Santorini Greece

Sometimes I be wanting to say: fuck the world!

I don't give a fuck!

Shoot it out with all you bitches

Bitches don't love me

Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga

Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga

Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini

Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15

Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned

Restricted license but I'm so divisive

I know the snipers and I flow the nicest

Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot

A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots

The bank account done caught the holy ghost

I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost

Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks

Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift

I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas

That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers

Suicide, or rather crucified

I prophesize your whole crew demise

Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga

Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga

Huh! Huh!

These niggas don't believe in God

From this very moment, you should believe in God

Half of my niggas headed to Attica

Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor

Diabetes rampant in my blood line

That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine

I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase

Sticky fingers and paper

D.A. will drop the case

Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em

2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em

Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em

I be half awake and still be running in 'em

Two new liter sprite to get me through the night

Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice

Rich forever, killa take my old advice

Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right

And if I want her back I come and take her back

Santorini Greece, I put it on the map

Some points you niggas gotta be grateful

Mutulu Shakur

I know your dreads touching the floor nigga

We in the last days, these racist agendas

Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga

Jesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)

When you black, lips chapped cause the game cold

I'm giving niggas jobs when I sing songs

White man love me when I get my bling on

But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land

Respect my genius, all my people Portishead

Room full of cloaks and they count votes

Million man march and I'm taking notes

Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost

Facing tax evasion, niggas sell they soul

So selling dope was the path we chose

And now it's boats in the Bel-Air rows

Rich niggas in the set and stone

Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone

See me in Capris or them Andes

Santorini, Greece with a dime piece

My money long, you know I'm out your reach

Only fat nigga jogging on the beach

Versace underwear but see the ass crack

Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack

I'm a pistol toter, fuck I'm voting for? (fuck 'em)

If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take em all to war (fuck 'em)

My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)

Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)

All the arguments she never called the law

I was never home but hid the money in the walls

Constant visits from the A.T.F

So I copped some cribs in the ATL

Martha Stewart decorated both

Snoop Dogg donated the smoke

This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add up

It all add up

Big Dog, Big Boss

Huh! Huh!