Yeah, I'm the only one that get the
job done (job done)
I don't know a nigga that can
cover for me (cover for me)
Yeah, got some game from my days
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she
say she love me
Believe me, believe me (believe me)
I'm that nigga,
boy they love me in the streets (in the streets)
I'm not tryna find nobody else
to beat (else to beat)
I'm the one they come
to see because they all
Believe me
Yea
Rip
Rip, rip
It's been me and Young
Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll
put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna
talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light,
you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know
who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't
blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter,
could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers,
I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for
eight months
We put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every
single track though
Collect call from the boss
like where we at though
I was like, "Hah,
it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom,
that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team,
Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB,
waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah
Yeah, I'm the only one that get the
job done (job done)
I don't know a nigga that can
cover for me (cover for me)
Yeah, got some game
from my days
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she
say she love me
Believe me, believe me (believe me)
I'm that nigga,
boy they love me in the streets (in the streets)
I'm not tryna find nobody else
to beat (else to beat)
I'm the one they come to see
because they all
Believe me
Lord knows I'll murk one
of these niggas, yeah
His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter,
nigga
Waitin' for someone to test
me like a Harvard nigga
I tote a 223, two Michael
Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell
cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay,
and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin',
I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch
ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout
out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who
live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face,
cannot be ex foliated
They think I'm associated,
I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped,
whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from,
it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant,
I must be doin' somethin'
Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done (job done)
I don't know a nigga that can
cover for me (cover for me)
Yeah, got some game
from my days
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she
say she love me
Believe me (believe me)
believe me (believe me)
I'm that nigga,
boy they love me in the streets (in the streets)
I'm not tryna find nobody else
to beat (else to beat)
I'm the one they come to see
because they all
Believe me
Rip
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't
never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you
know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya
been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas
get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough
Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn, just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got
it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston
spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just
took me outta debt"
Yes right now you are lookin'
at the best
Mothafuckaward shows and
mothafuck the press like that!
Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the
porch,
I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before
I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell,
icicles made of sweat, one finger,
Slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that
mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like
it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet,
nigga
I don't step on one rose, yeah
I'm the only one that
get the job done
I don't know a nigga
that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the
bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the
oven from me
Preheat, believe me
All you gotta do is pay me
every week
I had these bitches havin'
babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets,
gone
Rip, rip nigga
