The Threat

Born to be lucky
I run the fucking race, I ain't talking bout Kentucky
Them Derbies fucking crazy
These rappers be so lazy
They only got the flow, they don't worry bout the bars
Feeling like Jay-Z, I'm crazy in love
With the money, cash, and, hoes
I'm sitting on the throne, waiting for the fucking crown
Got bitches that I know, tell me that they back in town
But I'm not even home, I'm just focused on the sound
I just don't got the time, to sit and wait around
Got money to be found, so I'm sorry gotta bounce
Every time you see me, I know I'm smelling loud
Spray some polo red 'fore I bring over the guests
Chilling all day, party all night
We never getting rest
I know they hear this shit
I feel em getting stressed, I see 'em as they sweat
I take your mom out debt so you see me as a threat

I know a couple guys that will shoot a couple rounds
Then look you in your eyes and ask you who shot ya
This for B.I.G
Last name Smalls
But you can call him poppa
You know the sky the limit
I'm doing this for Wallace, I know he hear in spirit
My shit is fucking flawless, might just leave you fucking nauseous
They hear I'm coming home, so they out here moving cautious
I'm leaving with more cash, got 'em looking for they wallet
You know I fucking got it, I'm only making profit
You bouta pull a David Blaine and motherfucking vanish
Your girl been acting lonely so I went and took advantage
Feeling like Nas man, I'm here to give y'all power
New York State of Mind, any beat I devour
Every time I spit it's like they tasting something sour
I'm giving them the mic now they acting like some cowards
I do this shit myself y'all be paying for some writers
I'm hanging with some tigers y'all be hanging with some vipers
Career been falling off but you worried bout designer
I ain't even gotta try and I'm posted on recliners
I'm tryna do this right you better get out of my lane
Your chain been looking plain
I'm getting this from Wayne and the boy, Champagne
You know this shit insane
The flow on the beat cold, man this shit a dream
Villain in this bitch
Might live long enough to myself become the hero
Robinhood shit I don't care about dinero
But when I open checks, I'm just staring at the zeroes
I give it the people that ain't ever seen a limo
You out here saying ditto, but we all fucking know
Forgotten in this shit boy caught up in a limbo
Only shopping you do, is through the fucking window
'Stead of helping all your friends sitting up on death row
You screaming that you been loyal but your grills are made of tin foil
I ain't even say it but I'm sending you the invoice
Tripping off this shit man it's Reef in this bitch
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