Chun Li

Real rap, peel back in the Mac black

She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back

Hoes in the telly on the late night

Smoking real good, my eyes late flight

She riding now, she tryna tell me where her heart was at

I'm like nah, what the face like

Yea, I'm a straight shot

I'm a thorough nigga but I'm a great guy

In a old car, a new paint job

My crew ain't the squad, my new ain't... tall

Who ain't talking that shit the ballers get with

All of this shit is scholarship flow, I'm tossing free wisdom

I'm aware that my artistry different

I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link

Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things

I'm living a life without trusting

Yea, too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd

Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds

The IRS, and a few broads

Real rap, peel back in the Mac black

She ain't at where I'm at, send that ass back

I'm a tell you where these guys staying, where they at

Them niggas ain't fly, they can't rap

Yup yup, can a nigga flow

Yup yup, got a million hoes

Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those

Yup yup, all the niggas go

Yup yup, at a nigga show

Live bitches at a nigga show

Yup yup, when a nigga step out in a pair of what's those

Yup yup, all the bitches go

Yop yop, nigga getting rich

Yop yop, nigga bought a Six

Yop, I, bought a spot on the top floor

And my view from the living room, it go off shore

Yea, yop yop, nigga on his tip

Yop yop, nigga never slip

Nah, hold up, wait a minute with that homie shit

I was on my grind, you ain't never loan me shit

I was on a mission, nigga you ain't never load a clip

Hold up, you remind me of my old bitch

Hold up, why you always on that ho shit

Man hold up, got me talking 'bout some old shit

So I get back to the money, say I'm acting funny

Face everywhere, thank God I ain't ugly

See him in the mirror, they say God is above me

In a Porsche Panamera, smoking weed, getting skully

Yop, so come get me if you want me

Me and my buddy, leave shit real bloody

Yellow tape on the beat, it's no wonder why they love me

It's a whole lotta 'Gnac, not a lot to chase

And the hoes in the back, they ain't tryna wait

She open thighs and I'm close-minded

This is Cashmere Thoughts meets North Face

This is Iceberg Slim with some more game

This is Martin Payne, niggas Pam James

That's a damn shame, niggas without game

Call them all the time, I call 'em any name

I am highly respected amongst young dames

Rolling up sour, bumping Sweet James, Jones

G thing made G's, speaking G code

On fire, make a riot be a free show

Beat a beat up, get a couple knots

I am nothing like these muthafuckin' other guys

Them PR's sitting hard with them number nines

In the fall, they be talking that the summer's mine