[ Featuring 365 CLIQ ]
So I was outside mobbin' on a Sunday with a bad one
Lookin' like she fresh up off the runway Some say the man-myth legend I can't be reached
Strapped on top of the world with an army that won't retreat
Few could rock the Cortez, that I done stomped, Been around the world, Jordan points
Assists like Stockton Blockin' hate like I'm seven foot in the paint
Stop it, your lil' man, I'm everything that he ain't
Uhhhhh, big sliders with no menu And we be doin' all the shit that you niggas
Pretend to Ginsu knife incisions and mental scars are
The same, It's been two decades hella casualties in the Game
Vel-nine the big dog, Shooters on my side, ready to get yo' shit
Raw Ripped on everything you be spittin, be ripped
Off Rocket on my side, ready to make you lift off
Yeah, now we outta here, we don't gotta pay
To waitin' line We pull around the rear, he said he love me
And he love my body, yaddy yaddy Gotta let these bitches know I got it on me
On me, on me I'm a big baby, and I'm wavin' with a gun
The bitch want to friend me, but I'm takin' it for fun
Said you wanted to fade up, get laid up, honey Trick wanna save me, but I'm straight on money
Blah, Blah the Don Dada, original blueprint You hoes couldn't have thought of, you clueless Stacey Dash in the New whip, I'm ruthless, Thought he got a shawty, now he foolish
Big banks still take lil' bank
Thought they was f*ckin' with the clique, but they can't
You lil' man, baby, I'm everything he ain't You ain't me, you ain't Vel, shit, we ain't
The same, Uhhhhh Big sliders with no menu
And we be doin' all the shit that you niggas pretend
To Ginsu knife incisions and mental scars are the same
It's been two decades hella casualties in the game
Before me, there was many, and after me
There were none The extinction of rap niggas, I used to body them
For fun Quarter milli on cremation, you know, cleanin
Them hoes up, I'm the one, not two, and been runnin' them
Bags up. Quick trip to Florida, fed my haters to the
Gators Straight flight back to Cali to catch the Niners versus the Raiders
Now, here is something that you can't understand
The connection between money and my hands Makin' love to bad women and buyin' land
Quarterbackin the game and really creatin' the plan
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper Put some respect on my name, or get peeled out the wrapper
I'm a problem like the economy
Mad at the world, and buyin' shit up like Monopoly, Oh my lord, the cliq'a is too thick
That's cause I built it myself out of real niggas and bricks
