N.F.B

It's prime time my top back this rap game gold
I say it's my time no holding back
We hitting all spots (Yo!)
We jaw dropping and turning heads
We ain't about to stop (Nah)
No time to waste we working late (Damn)

All I want is some real money
All I need is some bill money
We making hits we popping cash I count it out (That's real money)
Check my bag take my name
Your bitch hating that's pessimist
I'm so grown I'm now consistent,
calculated hypothesis
Do the math I'm tired of this
All these haters ain't optimists
Run the game like it's politics
Y'all niggas hating ain't proud of this (Uhh damn)
These niggas tripping they reminiscing
I'm merciful but I ain't forgiving
I eat the game like I fuck the system

Hey hope your well baddest rapper living that's where he dwells
I drop them bars like I ring dem bells
I'm on this beat but I aint no kelz
I got my crib never need hotels
The rounds I shot weren't shotgun shells
Motherfuckin nigga feelin litty he swells
Excuse my French mademoiselle aye (Baby)
25 on the gang when I run it back
Drop a hunnid wen they tryna get my money back (Babyy)
Nigga want a hunnid back
Imma run this motherfucker down like a quarter back (Hut hut)
We eating these niggas Imma go to hell and back for my niggas
We left but I'm coming back for niggas (Babyy)
We reminiscent flashing back with my niggas
Oh God we conversatin that shit was part of that conversation (Like what?)
They seeing things but I aint never fond of that observation (Like what?)
No compensation for bullshit that a motherfucker wanna do
Imma bad ass dude from Kampala never holla at Paula (Babyy)
Raise a cup of cola to my sponsors

No Free Bands (Niggas ain't throwing hands niggas just throwing paper)
No Free Bands (Amma go check my schedule nigga I'll call you later)
No Free Bands (I be getting that guap lil nigga I'm stacking that paper)
No Free Bands nigga amma get my money nigga amma get my money (No Free Bands No free Bands no)

Yeah stop tripping man stop calling me
Popping off like y'all ecstasy y'all shitty rhymes ain't shit to me (Pop pop)
We gon bop it up we gon bring the heat
No stopping niggas ain't walk our walk
Gonna drop that top with a big ass whip
Y'all prolly gonna go up that road or play tic tac toe with them lil ass niggas who jogging, K.C

ItzDanny
Running it back I drop a sick verse for a track
I never defend I attack I got the big racks in a stack (Racks)
I need my name up on a plaque the money real tall like I'm shaq
I am a lone wolf with a pack (Grr)
I got a big dog you a cat
Yall nigga snitch nigga you a rat
(Bitch!)
Altitude High up I got attitude
King shit I'm a trapper too (Trapper)
Kill niggas I keep it too (Bah Bah)
2chainz that nigga T.R.U (Truuee)
Talk shit and we'll come for you (U)
It's Don Kingdom that's the crew (That's the crew)
Opps? Nigga I got a few (Opps)

They vegan and they licking
off the whole cream
Playing the game like I'm a whole team (Gang)
Bright this light it ain't never been dim
Don't forget I'm a whole queen (Don't forget)
They spitting and they're cocky
So small and fine black Barbie (Pow pow)
So hot like fire I'm burning (Hot)
Fend off these hoes like I'm barking (Thank God)
Say they hate me but they lurking (Hate)
So icy and cold and we chilling (Ice)
So pretty but fierce like a bunny
Not Spanish but he wanna be papi
(Ayo)
I know you wack
Tryna get me back (Woo)
You ain't shit (Woo)
Wanna get me with the talk (Yeah)
Shoot you with the Glock
Timey like a clock (Uh)
I ain't dicey
I can pay you with my doc
(Rraa)

AMG- G63 with a black interior (Woow)
Eric B- Rakim chains thats gold material (Woow)
As I plan to be like JAY- Z with new criteria (Hov)
Break onto the scene don't walk on paths thats looking linear
Way out your reach even if you got 4 arms like Goro
All I do is spit the heat turn every track to a hot inferno
All these flows I do not borrow
Dissect the beat like Zoro
Got my haters saying oh no
I praise the Lord though like I'm Flacko (Flacko)



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Ogema Magero, Paula Nakintu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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