Bronx Bombers

[Part I]

[Verse]

I'm gully and you fascinated

Keep the Axe in the bag just to mask the fragrance

When I spazz, it's just to get cash saturated

These rappers wack, they only brag just to match their fakeness

Scallywag, I'm jacking daddy and they agitated

I've been dodging patty-wagons from the tracks I'm flaming

Catch a body like I'm Bobby, man I'm aggravated

Black diamonds for the track like I tanned the payment

You ain't the man, man you really ain't commanding nathing

You ain't commanding nothing, there ain't no contemplating

They hold the chronic patient longer than a conversation

Now I'm going in like a nigga obligated

There's no more moderation

These niggas pull up to my shows like it's a congregation

These niggas lying on they backs but that's an honest statement

You keep on lying on your back, just pray you dodge the pavement

I keep on trying for a fact, that's why I'm bound to make it

When you look me in the eyes, that's when you found amazing

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

[Part II]

[Verse]

-money, all about my cheese and the bread

Put some Gs on your head

If he got a problem, then he flee for the dead

Yo, I'm like a zombie, you can't stop me

I keep on going, I just keep on flowing

And you know I keep it frank just like the fuckin' ocean

Dancing til my whole-

Hahaha, ay