(Ayo, N-I-N-E, turn that up)
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Look, check my repertoire
It's a plane, it's a God, bitch it's Doms, see no flaws
The greatest rapper of them all whispers my mirror on the wall
Bitches come rub these crystal balls
And see what future they'll withdraw
This blood sports to win it all
And keep the splits like we Jean Claude
I'm only here to give the world an eyeful, then au revoir
Stretch these rubberbands and see what they expand to
Bitch all my hunneds made to be blue (blew) like birthday candles
Make a wish
Feel like Marlo in The Wire raising prices on the brick
I emphasized my life's legit and put my niggas in posish
It can't fall apart if I patch it up like Slick Rick
Ten gold chains around my neck, look like a slave's privilege
They act shook, we etch 'em, sketch 'em, draw arms and stretch 'em thin
Leave the scene with no more drama, singing Mary's best hits
If I was made to be your karma, you deserve that shit
'Cause I'm an angel to my mama, but to rappers triple-6, uhg!
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Look, check my repertoire
It's a plane, it's a God, bitch it's Doms, see no flaws, ugh
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Look, check my repertoire
It's a plane, it's a God, bitch it's Doms, see no flaws
I put my key, you put your key in
Money we'll be seein'
To scrape the fuckin' ceiling
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put my key, you put your key in
Money we'll be seein'
To scrape the fuckin' ceiling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Niggas said I died, I was dead to the streets
Fuck 'em, I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach
G-Wagon your Jeep, Nobu on the beach
Never did Philippe's, it's PF Changs to me
Numbers don't lie when you who they came to see
And the wrist don't lie when the watch is made for he
My yellow brick road was 25 a key
The road to the riches was always paved for me
Chillin', sittin' on double-digit millions
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Life's a bitch, even Rihanna made a billion
All from sellin' powder, made a killin'
Push
Ha-ha-ha-ha