People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean
Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme
Mama always told me i’d be famous
Im true to my word and spit real stuff
Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade
To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate
You in to that animal stuff
Cause my thing something vicious
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks
They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,
And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew
The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
I say, how can they compare to you, everything material
Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people
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