ain't no black superman

the empire

ha-ha

yeah man

it's that g.e.d shit

you feel me?

and i am the one and only el natural nino

hittin' every dollar i holla

ha

let's go

yo

it's that h-borough

too thorough

a block away from melrose

the nigga's gettin' stuck like velcro

the prostitutes ain't the only ones that sell blow

hell no

cellphone pictures with the jail pose

i can tell yo

why these ladies love me now

run me down

give her to my dogs like puppy-town

you couldn't touch my style

not on your best day

comprende? your men lay when the m10 spray

fuck what them say

i'm tight quarterbackin' it

when i'm throwin' bullets i be accurate

weekends on the bully

they be jackin' shit

that's why i be packin' shit

the only time you shoot is at a hoop when you practicin'

runnin' drills

i dream to see a hundred mils

stuntin' ill 'til my pockets heavier than uncle phil

tell your son to chill

he ain't want to deal

try it fam

i'm iron man 'cause i come wit' steel

i wish a sucka will

my dudes thugs for real

he probably think i'm george foreman how i punch his grill

what's the deal yo? talkin' what i'm livin' now

wanna fuck the pictures i be diggin' out?

yo

this hutch

i ain't in right now but please- uh you know

i'm out

flossin'

tossin'

dippin'

and trippin'

you know what i'm sayin'?

ay

hutch man

they cleaned your momma house man

i don't know what they got-i'm broke man

and they lookin' for us man

call me over at house

man check this out homie

look

it's 10 stacks on my neck and 20 more on my brodie's shit

i'm self-made

ain't no nigga ever throw me shit

outside my enemies

i'm watchin' who i'm rollin' with

that.40 on me like a fucking motorola clip

shit

i feel like a million when i'm full willin'

at 7:45 parked in front of your buildin'

designer jeans

gucci loafers

i got a kilo on my neck

i'ma go get it

see what you lookin' at now that's my old vision

chess moves

my next move to get more business

i promise i be on my tips 'til my toes give in

i'ma always shine

i'll never let my glow blemish

i hear you talkin' but fuck what you niggas say

'cause real niggas know a real nigga demonstrate

and real niggas know it's real 'cause i illustrate

that feelin' of a young hood nigga when he gettin' cake

glocks and gauges puttin' faces on the newspaper

i can't get caught for old crimes and catch new cases

blocks invaders

spy rage just if you've made it

homies in the hole wit' no shoe laces

back on the streets i'm rollin' weed and see through paper

dippin' down the shore

s-types with the blue paint

poppin' tops off bottles with the gold label

it's pretty good to say i dropped out the tenth grade

i'm better than ever

this rap shit is

this for my niggas in the county on the mainline

we break bread like it's hanukkah

g.e.d's my moniker

every day i be up

shit

my dollars up

my god