27 Reasons E

It's F. Yeah. Back in this bitch like I know how. Niggas, they wanting my old sound. I had to give niggas my old style. Bottles of Rosé. I ride to the OJ's. My bitch from the projects, mix Henny with OJ. I roll to my own jade. They raided the projects like back in the old Days. I'm back to my old ways. Humble had them overlooking my forte. You niggas is foreplay. Just stick to your gimmicks, I care about the Five mics. I care about what Forbes say. You niggas is caught up. My style is complex. Don't care about Beyoncé, 'cause I'm more like a Will Jack mixed with a André, blended with a Henny God, bitch, I'm the entrée. And that's in all honesty. You can check the number and score. I run with the war. Know hustlers that live like these rappers that Should be on tour. Trying to make it out the slums. Got a plan and a reason. Throws come and go, so we playing all season. I'm still in the hood life. There's a chance if you touch me, you could Die. Press taking pictures, I'm posing like please Get my good side. You know that I'm hood fly. Ayo, shh, shh. Authorities say the twenty-seven people arrested Have brought violence, fear, and intimidation in This South End neighborhood. Damn, really got dark them are alleged members or Affiliates of the Lenox Street Cardinals, who shit Don't stop for nobody. I fuck with them niggas that fuck with them Niggas that fuck with them dealers that fuck with Them killers in furs and chinchillas. Them niggas look cool, but them niggas will peel You. I came up from nothing. My shirt missing buttons, sleeve missing links, now I'm stunting. Shooters, they praise me, I love it. Ben Teller told me to keep it 100. Nigga, my style more like Victorian. Hopping out that DeLorean. Young Marty Mar with more links than Mardi Gras. That Christian Dior we in. Woo. Upper echelon. This shit is a marathon. Keep the metal like I'm Megatron. Shooting that shit 'til the metal gone. Comma, commas. Sing a hoe, look like young Madonna. Eating lobster out at Benihana's with my young Killers, they some young piranhas. Phil Jackson with the playbook. Water whipping 'til the yay cook. Trying to cop all this shiny shit so I'm Looking like Puffy and Mase look. Look how the Wraith look. Black cars like the cemetery. Pulling up like I'm Silk the Shocker and your Girl greet me like I'm Ben & Jerry's. Deadstock kicks, ice cream. Ain't no telling what you might see. Stopping me, that's a pipe dream. Bitch, we on like a wide screen. I'm feeling like Rick Rubin, Celine shit, Smoking big Cubans. Summertime, bitch, I'm no roofing. We them niggas got the hoes choosing. I'ma tell you like a nigga told me. Cash rules everything around me and this tech move Everything around me, so a nigga won't stop 'til The clip empty, gone. Massachusetts Correctional Institution, MCI Cedar Junction. This call may be monitored or recorded. To use the three-way or call waiting, you'll Disconnect the call. To accept this call, press zero now. I fuck with them niggas that fuck with them Niggas that fuck with them dealers that fuck with Them killers in furs and chinchillas. Them niggas look cool, but them niggas will peel You. I came up from nothing. My shirt missing buttons, sleeve missing links, now I'm stunting. Shooters, they praise me, I love it. Ben Teller told me to keep it 100. Back to my old ways. Keep it 100, ooh. Back to my old ways. Keep it 100. Back to my old ways. Keep it 100, ooh. Back to my old ways. Keep it 100.