jesus khrysis

woo

yeah

yeah

woo

woo

brr

look

machine

bitch

you gotta salute me

i'm in rare form

i'm back in my devil's reject bag

you gotta rebuke me

you gotta excuse me

i'm the new jim jones

capo

and louis

don't fuck around

get shot in your kufi

i be rockin' this jewelry

lot of supermodels try to seduce me

all from the shit i jotted on loose leaf

and she gon' bring her friend with her so i get a two-piece

i usually got the throttle and the prada crossbody

i'm gucci

i had rappers in my section tryna drink all my bottles like groupies

ain't no rapper stoppin' my two-three

that's the zone i'm in

i write with a golden pen

but lately

i ain't even been writin'

i just been goin' in

they say the eyes is the windows to the souls of men

i know some friends pocket watchin'

plottin' on the dough i spend

no driver's license

i drove a benz

everything i drop an album of the year contender

here i go again

made a few million

i barely announced it

rappin' better than niggas

i can barely pronounce shit

gettin' to this position was like scalin' a mountain

now look at me

weighin' money on the scale when i'm countin'

we was really whippin' them grams

really gettin' them bands

get my lil' sister a lamb'

i came back to kill these niggas again

lyrics written in braille

you gotta feel it to understand

so when they say who iller?"