Mr. Fuji
Ayo, fuck these niggas, yo fuck 'em!
Fuckin' voice going out screaming
On these niggas i'm a fuckin' legend
Get the fuck outta here, yo
Ayo, I heard they pray to FLYGOD
You better be
Hit the brick with the pedigree
Flyer than me, Lord, you can never be
I got some niggas, shoot your kids
Then get up for an extra key no heart niggas
CDG's hearts on the shark head
Pick the coffin niggas
I popped up like The Undertaker
Six on the stove another brick watch
The crystals when it break up
Money machines running like Team Jamaica
Crept in the cell on the wake-up
Left a nigga poked on the bottom bunk bed
Hit another brick with the rock bottom, nigga
Went out for lunch (went out for lunch)
Table-cloth Fendi nigga
I fuck around and hit any nigga
I'm Jig, not Jigga, nigga
That's Conway, I'm more like Biggs, nigga
Listening to Big, nigga
Weighing up some big, nigga my nigga did 10
He came home looking like Sid Vicious
32 shots'll flip ya flip your baby mama
Flip your grandmama my nigga did 5
Came home looking like Ahmed Johnson
What up, my nigga?
Bossanova pies with the extra skirt
Bought some soda for my guy so
He can stretch the work
I bet it hurt for niggas to see me bop
Know what they said at first?
Con look at your face, you not marketable
It'll never work now T's with my face on it
Top-selling shirts
I've got mills in different countries
Boy watch how a legend work
Kilo necklace on my shirt
Smith and Wesson work
Youngun' shooting on one leg
He call his weapon Dirk
Shooters lurk for you
Black van with the Hecklers in it
Have a nigga wacked before
My breakfast finished
That bitch kids at school
We in the kitchen cheffin' in it cook smoke
I let him keep the pot with
All the extras in it
It's getting spooky for these rappers, right?
Cause they already know that
We don't rap alike
They know they ain't half as nice
I ain't even have to write i feel like Pun
No wonder these niggas living this afterlife
Niagara Cafe, I had the rice with the pollo
Quarter brick of the white go for ocho
Had to throw the ice in the ro ro
Buffalo nigga with a Sean Price
Mixed with Hov flow
They throwing salt, Mr fuji, huh
They must want a nigga flip it, make a movie
Huh it's pimp or die
You know these hoes out here choosing up
You wanna take pictures with
Rappers, male groupie, huh
All my niggas hit the streets
Fuck going check to check
You got no money in your pockets
Yet you fresh to death
Kush God bitch, the best of best
Got the work bustin' through your
City like the Lex express
He tryna get a plate on the arm
The moment he started rubbing me raw
I told him you die in droubt
If you wait for the storm
In other words, I payed for his bond
No damn favors, these grams like Van Vader
Landscaping the game, you can't save it
Natural heal, but a fan favorite
Here to fuck up the fun
They ain't fucking with son
