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[Verse 1: Conway]

Uh, uh, ayo, please be advised, nobody iller than me and 'Zhi

Last nigga thought he could fuck with me, made him eat his pride

Keep in mind these raps I keep in mind, I don't read a rhyme

I just see them lines in my head, I'm lyrically inclined (Woo!)

Spray the MAC shells ate his back, now you can see his spine

Stating facts, I'm on it like that, until I'm seeing time (Uhuh)

You ain't believe but you gon' see in time

I'm It Was Written Nas, you can't shine

You a gram, I'm a ki of China

When you see me, boy, you see a giant

I handle pressure like '03 LeBron and I ain't even seen my prime

I ain't asking niggas for shit, my nigga, we'll grind

How my niggas burn down your trap, and you won't see a dime

We the kind of niggas that's tripping and squeeze an iron (Brr)

Leave a nigga lying where police'll find him with a piece of mind missing (Brr)

If a piece of mine's missing, I'ma turn this bitch to Vietnam

Nobody did it like Benny, me and Slime (Cap)

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

Listen, El's vicious, well-wishers cause Chanel kisses (Yeah)

While the shellfish is being served with lobster tail dishes (Yeah)

For spitting sick, they asking, "Is he well?"

After dinner, I stick a chick placenta then spin her like a dizzy spell (Word)

I do not miss, when I jot this

I fill your storylines with cliffhangers and plot twists

The boy's poisonous, pesticide

I'm taking mines off top to let the rest divide

The chain was took, or your Lexus die

So if I hopped in the Ghost, most of y'all'll feel possessed inside (Right)

The next to blow in Mexico, on my day off

Or could I be in a Santa Fe loft

I'm tryna screw you up and throw you way off

I witness credit ripoffs, temporary layoffs

And more straps than lingerie cloth

Now my house is sitting where they play golf

That's a different hole in one than one from a stolen gun (A stolen gun)

They get you three strikes if you ain't bowling none

I'm a product of low-income housing

Crack vials in alleyways strung out thousands

So any common man would get they crown snatched and what's attached, that's they diamonds ran

Off to selling dreams, in the promised land (Yep)

I keep Franklins that's Washington and Thomas man

In my eyes you see the future like, Nostradamus can (Word)

You in the past, don't make me turn you into black history

They lack mystery, it's wack dissing me

My nuts is too big like both rappers that back Mister Cee (Yep)

Hand off my sack from Cognac, while I'm twisting tree (Word)

At the airport in first class, chair boarding

In the overhead's a Gucci bag, full of rare Jordans

To rock a show and pack the house like I was there hoarding

Shock the world’s with wardens, repair all electric chair shortages (Yep)

[Ice-T Outro]

Once you max something out, man, it ain't no fun no more, I had my shit full blast, I was at the top, I couldn't really get no far as I had all the, you know, the medallions, the jewels and shit, and then basically I was like, I got shot twice, I was like, look, you know, and then that rap thing then it was like, yo, you gotta the action doin' this. If I'mma sit up and break a bitch down, and have her doin' anything, I could sit in front of this white man and break him down the exact same way, it ain't no difference, you know I'm sayin', so I'm like, okay, I'mma finna play this mothafucka, I'm really finna see how far I can take this shit (haha), and, um, I been doing it ever since, I can't act (you really put yourself to this), I really can't act, I ain't no rapper (yeah), I got-it's all-it's all game, ain't nobody, I'm just-I'm just workin' these niggas, and real niggas can see it, they say this nigga's got-this nigga's playin', but, this fool, he said, uh, "lemme hear some o' the records", I said-I said, "no, you either believe I got the good records or you don't, if you don't believe I got them, let me leave, if you believe (ohh), give me this shit", I said, it's just like this: If I'm sellin' you hand grenades in a alley, I said "I'm not gonna let you throw my hand grenades, you either believe I got good hand grenades or you don't, if you believe I got good hand grenades, gimme the money, and if I let you throw one, whose to say that's not the only one that's good in the case? You know I'm sayin', you can't pick-you either believe this is real or not or let me go", and the man looked at me and said, "you got a lotta bu-you got a lotta business sense, have you ever, been to business school?", I said "no, but I sold hand grenades before", and he wrote me a check for half a million dollars!

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