kinda :
Tell me somethin' (give me some ganja)
You motherfu*kers can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation, your DNA, an abomination
This how it is when you're in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go, and sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
S*x, money, m*rder, these are the breaks
These are the times, level number nine
Look up in the sky, .10 is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
Motherf-ker, I got winners on the way
You ain't sh- without a body on your belt
You ain't sh- without a ticket on your plate
You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith?
Peace to the world, let it rotate
S*x, money, m*rder, our DNA
2025-09-29 22:42:02