Blow 4 Blow

Can we get out of here?

No, I'm enjoying this

(Conductor, we have a problem)

(Conductor, we have a problem)

(Conductor, conductor, we have a problem)

Yo, him star, I raise and rip a yute

You're minuscule

Gettin' paid work I weighed

On the supreme digital (Uh, huh)

I eat you niggas full (Fuck outta here)

I played the low all night, gettin' right

Sellin' a broken down '62 (I did)

Now it's autograph lumb sums

From rap residuals

I know seein' me style is

Makin' you niggas miserable (Haha)

Keep watchin' my moves

You gon' be suicidal i'm the God

I always knew to nevеr worship idols

Do the care, if I blow the wig off

Who hold thе title?

It's spills of blood in my rival

All over his bible

Zip ties on my Off White Nike shoe

Properly flip pies

Click with guys that'll knife you (Uh, huh)

Who don't speak much

Read body language and move smart

Keep a Chrome

Trey pound to match the Chrome hearts

Pay me all time, all hundreds

Like I'm a loan shark

Mommy said, "You should be rich already

Think you so smart" 'Fore monetary

I was wealthy in the mind already

Playin' first to execute millions

I need many

You niggas hopeless and your pockets

Got pennies with holes

Your attempt to copy a slop

If we broke the mould (Woah)

I had coke

I made the fiends go blow for blow

Whoever ain't overdose

Niggas know we're close

Hahaha fuck outta here

One brick, two brick, three (Ha ha ha) ah

Syrup in the Sunkist (Ah)

You know who run shit

(We do) , kilo rappers unzipped (Oh)

I mean, they probably did somethin'

But they ain't done this (Haha)

They shot the plug whip

He died in the parking lot

With like a hundred bricks (Brr, brr)

I got the news, was out in Paris

It fucked up my trip (Dang)

Like, why he couldn't get

Killed after the drop-off? (Haha)

We got the Maybach truck outside the Mondrian

They like, "You doin' cocaine

Numbers with that vinyl, huh?"

(We is) yeah, bitch

I took that wax and went Daniel Son (Woo)

I dove head first in the blocks

Had the bread stuffed in a box, flame so hot

I dropped the pot

I caught it and the cookie still was good

I'm Magic Johnson

If we holdin' Ace bottles on the couch

We got the choppers in (Brr, baow, choppers)

Ooh, the feds comin' (Ooh, they comin')

Turn the phones off, the feds comin'

(Turn the phones off)

Them niggas hangin' out the window

Ain't tryna dead nothin' (Brr, baow)

Them niggas ain't, Stove, nigga (Haha)

Yeah, this rap shit got me

Back, I swear to God, it's a blessin'

We still toxic like Rodman and Carmen Electra

I'm puttin' them all in a shredder

My bars gettin' better

I'm talkin' slickest raindrops fallin'

Off an umbrella

That's what happens when them bullshit

Rumors get back to me (Heard what you said)

It's like givin' an arsonist

Matches and gasoline, nigga

I'm on your neck, like that

Tank on Master P, nah

Nigga, I'm on your neck, like tag on tee's

Coach called me in to play

I stopped playin' in bench (I did)

My baby mama made a post and

I stopped payin' the rent (Damn)

My watch hand like, "Goddamn

The clock hand at six"

Won't get a word out of

Whoever I hand a brick i'm a hustler

So I can deliver if you got an order

(On my way)

'Cause they got rich off shit that was free

Like bottled water

Who there when your dollars shorter?

(Who there?)

I'm like KD in Free Agency, countin' offers

And I won't take a dollar shorter (Ah)

You'd probably be up too if

You had some rich partners

Compressors make packs shrink

Like a witch doctor

I'm a fit shopper, brick locker

A whip copper

WNBA, score on 'em and then block 'em

(Then block 'em)

Uh huh, these for the boys that I made a man

Hustlers, I handed they first packs

And gave a chance

If you're lookin' for a hustle and

Need you a stable plan

I suggest you stand next to the God

Like Abraham (Abraham)

Butcher, nigga, ah, let's go

The spring water

And I was cracked out on crack cocaine

But I'm still fightin'

'Cause I got to keep my gloves on

For the devil and his evil angels

But I'm, I'm, I'm

I was cracked out on crack cocaine

Now I'm cracked out on Jesus

And I'm a minister

I'm a minister for the love, hallelujah

Cracked out on crack cocaine

Now he's a minister of the gospel