(Heatmakerz, crack music) dipset
It's more than just music you know the rest
Jones, nigga

Try to blackball me
So I ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin')
Then in SOHO in LA
Askin' the valet where the coupe at
(What up with that?)
80 for the jet that meet with
Jay and then I flew back (facts)
The Ace of Spade they put up on my tab
A extra two stacks signin' my deal
They asked if I would sign for a mil'
(for what?) i ask them why would I do that
When I already signed for a mil'
(You hear me?) i'm a contract killer, bitch
Had to sign up to kill (B-b boom)
Put you on the boom list
The homies'll line you for real (FACTS)
But I'm tryna just chill
'cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
Don't provoke 'em too much
'cause we commit crimes for the thrill
(Grrr) I'm a fuckin' bandit
You under-fuckin-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G's, nigga
Fuck who the fuck you ran with (Fuck 'em)
New York City, home of the pretty women
(Harlem what's up?)
Where you gotta get the dough
Before you get the women (Get your money up)
Middle of the winter
I'm buyin' shit to swim in (facts nigga)
Nigga, you just buyin' them cars
That my niggas been in

So there was once upon a time when
Them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin' money
So them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a
Bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they
On them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when
Them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin' money
So them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a
Bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they
On them four wheelers (Eastside)

I I, I got acres in the boonies
I remember it was gloomy
And I only had five on it
Somethin' like the Luniz
Now the Maybach is roomy
Spent a 100K in Bloomies
But I got my own clothes
(3 million I made in Zumiez, baby)
Legend, I maneuver cars (true)
Who want smoke? I have it
Lookin' like a hookah bar
Superstar, car ceiling lookin'
Like Mars, Venus, jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks
On a new guitar
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
Long live the Set, GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH!
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers (hello)
I made mils off the white girl
I exploited her (fact)
No disrespectin' the ladies
Words from my team (why?)
That's the reason Dame
Smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
On the set of Paid In Full
Y'all gave him hell about it
Some foul shit happened once, Capo
Tell 'em about it

So there was once upon a time when
Them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin' money
So them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a
Bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they
On them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when
Them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin' money
So them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a
Bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they
On them four wheelers (Eastside)

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Writer(s): JOHN CHRISTOPHER