Murder Rap

This nigga Melo said fuck a J.O My people playing Halo while they bagging up the yayo We still reckless, stones on my left fist King fish for breakfast, fam you can check this I do this for niggas up top that you forgot Hand to hand kingpins to have a seven figure spot My niggas move a vault in a Gucci store My life is like a motherfucking sushi tour Keep living lord, keep winning lord Every day is motherfucking Thanksgiving lord Moving legal looking legal My Desert Eagle same color Beanie Sigel Lac you a deagle got turned to a Lac Turned a Lac to a Lex and that's a motherfucking fact I'm 'bout to turn the Lex to something topless Maybe a drop six, doggie I got this Crime related, niggas hate it like I made it Factual thought can't get debated Broke balls when I concentrated It's like the coppers raided Actually opposite, I try to keep the pocket inflated Flooded like a Jacob Jesus, still rocking pieces Mainly my silks but got a couple snow bleaches My cash right, my stash right My fast life looking like a flashlight Peace to cocaine kingpins covered in rayon That beat trial hop in they whip and throw mayo I spend racks on reptiles to cover my toes So imagine what I drop just to smother my foes Move that flick, bag that lot Shorty thought I was Maurice DuBois We known for riding, you known for hiding We raw supplying, you law abiding, we law dividing Switch different frames, Cartier window panes I'm only stunting but I'm fronting like my vision strange Same link different chains all that I rock Neck looking like a phantom with the Glock in the drop Use caution with extortion if you ever try to tax me I'll invite your family to orally relax me You can get slumped in the dark By a suspect whose outfit is functional art Stacking bottles like we homeless Welcome back to New York, my niggas own this The rainfall made the wine light, sipping in hindsight Dwelling on mistakes in the past, getting my mind right People twice my age call me big homie If you gotta ask why you don't know me