Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yo, yo, ayo, been there before,
been breakin' the laws
Here the J's come,
but I'm shakin' em off
Plenty twenties I bag, but I'm done with it
I'm through with the game,
go ahead and run with it
I hold mic's now,
don't forget I'm still nice now
Yeah, feelin' lucky, nigga,
throw them dice down
What, foot soldier, who the fuck told ya
You gon' break bread with
the soul controller
Fold a ten up, dawg, yo, you washed up
Wrong place, wrong time,
you get mocked up
Y 'all gifted in black,
slick docks, wave cap
Million dollar big hat,
hold down my fitted hat
Over
My, my, my good thing is over
It's over
My, my, my good thing is over
You went international, diplomatical
Waving me pardon, I'll laugh at you
Reagan I'm in capital
String pull, pay me in full
Knowledge to power, cry baby hate me
Sorry ass, part -timer,
parade of diamonds
Dirty up them shoes,
trample them spit shiners
You sideline a spectator sport,
look out for underminers
The rest is behind us, running Carolinas
With bad intent, tentative shit,
don't even try and find us
Great pressure like fine whiners,
I'm the Einstein in this whole skit
Nigga you just a Weisenheimer,
show you how I go to town
with a four pound
Still at large, you sucky MC's,
sad face clowns
Yo I'ma tell it like I was told,
six years old
Playing with two gundulas
and not a lick of gold
Determination play a major role,
rolling in trunk towers
To show off the shit to get
your liquor cold
It's over, over, it's over nigga
My, my, my good thing is over
I'm lost up now,
gotta make way for the new, new team
You and them sound great,
it ain't great man
This nigga's bullshit, it's over
What up Lord, been a long time,
let's get it right
40 days and 40 nights,
the empire strikes
First to set it, that man's
gon' need a medic
I rap fine phonetics,
words be anesthetic
Don't get it twisted,
my peak sprinkle ballistic
Straight jab, keep him at bay,
at safe distance
Yo, controversial,
I rap non -commercial
Them players tickle me
while I watch them run circles
Nickel and dime the folks to death
Same song, same dance,
till there's no one left
You in , the type of shit
that make my blood run hot
Run hot, run hot, run hot, run hot
It's over Over
My, my, my good thing is over
Over It's over Over
My, my, my good thing is over
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You can step up, whoever wanted with me,
right
You're just gonna wind up
being another dinner plate rapper to eat up
And I leave you feeling
like coochie up
on the cheap slut, gang banked out
Using abuse, batter the beat up,
don't spend your weed up
Fuck around,
I have my dirty greed up
On your brand new couch,
smoking all of your weed up
Yo, not the one you should
be messing with
Faggot ass is better off
going to find a gay rapper to wrestle with
Used to just lay back, I never said much
But nowadays, niggas be like,
Nigga, you talk too much
The outspoken get ahead
And Jigga said it all made it complete
A closed mouth nigga would not get fed
I used to lay back,
listen to big mouth cats
Yapping about how them niggas
knew it all but don't know Jack
See, I ain't got a fancy whip
Or a two -way up on my hip
But I got a good heart and a thunderous click
I got a ill style
that'll drive your cats lyrically sick
And I gotta get mines
cause ain't nobody giving me shit
And once me and my crew
get in and launch an attack
The rest of y 'all niggas is done off,
nigga,
and that's a wrap