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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ldwkm" data-source="post: 5923569" data-attributes="member: 157329">[YOUTUBE]OcXW1H2DYhs[/YOUTUBE]N*ggas pop tags, I pop the fo’-fiveN*ggas got swag, I got the Tek-9N*ggas got cash better run itOnly dubs and hundreds, I don’t do fifties, n*ggaAnd I don’t do 50-year-old JiggasOff that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crackLouis V golf hat, feelin’ like a TigerI made something out of nothin’ like MacGuyverStarted from an eighth, flipped it to a kiI got ‘em like ay, trappin’ like GucciPlus I get more green than bleu cheeseAnd I keep a red bandana in my blue jeansSo, n*gga calm your nerves, with all that absurdFar from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken wordYou nerdI’m from the same city as Venus and SerenaSo don’t get servedI’m so wavy, homie no yachtAin’t no “Big Pimpin’” on my blockBut I’m an underground king, peace to Pimp CCatch me ridin’ through the hood, 20-10 BentleyYou got cheese and I kill ratsTranslation: I still trapNow do something with thatOr respond to thisAnd with them big-*ss lipsYou got my name in your mouthI hope it tastes like this—AhhNo homo, one more time—AhhThat’s your promoAnd I been hard to the core since I went soloOnly man on my horse like my all-black PoloAnd where I’m ’bout to go is usually a no-noBut I’m loco, got the camel in a chokeholdTryna son me, I’m not from NYCYou can’t even have a child by your DestinyAnd I ain’t mean to that a shot at BeyI’m blacked out like you did Free‘Cause I’m so wavyToo hardcore to be a Jay-ZRock more red than Weezy BabyPlease say the BabyI been around for years, so b*tch, don’t Drake meAnd this is not a diss‘Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tchAnd no disrespect to G and Hip-HopBut n*gga I’m a G and I’m doing this for hip-hopAnd that’s ‘Ye’s brother, and ‘Ye my n*gga soI’ma give him some advice: Get rid of Amber Rose!I’ma tell you how she get downI was at Dig’s afterparty, sippin’ CrisShe was whisperin’ to Chris BrownI seen Chris turn his head like “No!”Then “Gold Digger” came on, I pointed like, “Hoe!”But this ain’t ’bout her, this about HovI’ma chop down the Roc and take it to the stoveI apologize to Bey, ’cause this about HovI’ma chop down the Roc and take it to the stove“D.O.A.?” No!T-Pain stays, old n*gga goesI’m so wavyToo hardcore to be a Jay-ZAll up in your ear like Drake beSo n*gga the cut ‘Ye couldn’t fade meYou took a shot and the sh*t grazed meI wet up your block just like the NavyPut a label on the sh*t and write “Play Me”DJs go in, DJs go inFunk Flex, you my n*gga. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff. I know y’all can’t play this sh*t. It’s too wavy. And Jay your boy, it’s all good though, y’all still my n*ggas. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. I mean, this sh*t so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh*t at 50’s birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know y’all n*ggas locked in. DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this sh*t straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young n*gga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, what up OG? Red Album comin’ soon.I see you downloadin’ my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon’ sell more cigarettes than it do records, n*gga. Now I know why the taxes went up on tobacco, motherf*cker. Heard ’bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked that n*gga the f*ck out. Just tryna make good music, is all he tryna do. Sh*t, ‘choo f*ckin’ with ‘Ye for? “D.O.A.” n*gga? Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, “Love Lockdown,” that’s my sh*t.And tell the world why Chris Brown wasn’t at the BET Awards. This n*gga told BET if they let Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce stayin’ at home, ol’ bitter *ss n*gga.N*gga, Dame, man, that’s your man. You and Dame was mans and ‘em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p*ssy and sh*t. You know your man having financial problems and sh*t. You number one on the Forbes list, n*gga, you make 35 million and sh*t. Give a n*gga a milli or sum’. I’d give it to him myself, but sh*t, I was only #13, n*gga, on the list, way down there with Jeezy and sh*t, earned 7 million this year so far. But I’m on tour, n*gga, Lamborghini Tour, live from Switzerland, I gets it in. Sh*t, I could use 28 more million. But I wouldn’t trade shots with you on the mother*ckin’ list for that nose and them lips, n*gga. My n*gga Jay.And last but not least, peace to M.I.A., ’cause the Roc ’bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a swagger like you, ’cause no one on the f*ckin’ corner is 42.</blockquote>

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