I Don’t like blood on my hands, so I use gloves
I let them birds fly I’m not talking about doves
Something like diariiaeah I’ll give you the runs
I no Father but all you rappers is my sons
Me and my n***as talk big shit with big guns
I don’t need to put that in metaphor or puns
We at your door making beats boom boom bat
Have your brain on the wall like splat
I’m the cat in the Yankee hat, with the big bat
I Knock your girl out and leave her on the mat
9 months later you asking for paternity stat
You love cheese you must be a rat
I love respect and nothing less than that
Try me and To be blunt you will get smoked
Test one of my n***as you must be on coke
We crack your egg head and just leave the yolk
Just like that n***a Rakim said I ain’t no joke

I ain't no joke
N***a i ian't no joke
I ain't no joke
I ain't no joke



It’s nothing personal it’s strictly business
Rap is my business so mind your business
Godfather shit don’t ask about my business
Interfere with business it ends your busyness
You ain’t blind but you ain’t see shit
When shit rip I know you would split
You on that bingo flow just yell and sit
I’m more Jackpot I go big when I hit
I’m a man, so I do what I gotta do
Your a pussy you do whatever like come to you
Ain’t shit sweet but this ice tea b
I’m seeing shit in all dimensions you 2d
Ive already com this far I’m too deep
So I’mma keep going till I buried ocean deep
I got chips and I playing for keep house sweep
I’m trying to ride that foreign trade in the Jeep