MEEKS GOD/POP ROCKS

I said I'd be there by seven fifty I didn't L I E baby
I meant the Li V baby
Big blick in the cockpit navy baby
The shoes and the dope in the V off white
Yankee navy
It's me baby
Who the fuck else you thought it was
Bitch I done beat more bags then Tyson gloves
Brought more racket cross city lines then forty love
Just cut it love
Heart black like mr lover lover Shabba
Jewels dancing like Ed lover
Bubba goose pack lethal weapons like Dan glover
Fucker
Whole system got rigs even my hands covered
So if we playing John wick or usman your family lose one
Funeral home buy one get one free like Groupon
Hell of a nuance
Pussy getting bought over there how you the new boss
Lead by a fucking peon fuck is your crew on
Bitch

Yeah
Izzy dot M
Who can fuck with them
I Corp bitch who the fuck is them
Riding in a black Benz with a gold trim
Black man white diamonds racism
Selling on chems
Tryna make a em
Living slim shady causing mayhem
I'm on a hot block
Zip full of pop rocks
Clutching on my chrome glock
Neck full of fort knocks
Higher then a press box
Ducking from the street cops
Any given sec your time up nigga stop watch
Niggaz threaten to pop this how I Respond
Shoot em up call of duty style no respawn
Cut a nigga life in half no coupons
Put a price on a nigga head no refund
I be fresh to death postmortem
Rule of thumb keep a handgun for the dumb ones
Rule two stack a lump sum and then some
Rule three plant seeds have a green thumb
They talk shit then be begging for peace
Please be who you are before I'm coping a plea
We see you in street and you niggaz just flee
Why you was running lil nigga you was fucking with me
See like a offensive foul I'm in charge nigga
Like Einstein chalkboard I see mad figures
I got two chains and the Feds might watch nigga
Why the fuck you judging me who made you god nigga