Yeah Dedication 6 of course

Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat too

Young Angel Young Lion

More Life no dyin'

Yeah alright I got it yeah

Super Bowl goals I'm at the crib with Puff

He got Kaepernick on the phone he in a whole different mode

Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov

Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode

Ayy tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans

I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes

My ni**a spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold

He should own half of the label sh*t outta control

Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone

I need some ownership if we pressin' go

'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me

I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve

We gon' have to break the billi' curse

I need my paper long like"A Milli" verse

Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge

F**k is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood

Nobody wins when the family feuds ni**a

Everybody gotta eat we can't exclude n***as

I make the crib expandin' pools and expandin' rooms

Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths ni**a

That's truth no boost ni**a

But this isn't all about callin' truce

I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse

That sh*t could get re-introduced

If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove ni**a

Inspirin' to the youth

New Years Eve lookin' like a royal flush

Wait we all in the same suit

I'm Hall of Fame in the booth ni**a

My karma makin' the news ni**a

This pudding taste like the proof ni**a

If I ever see Trump he better salute n***as

Much as we do ni**a

For real

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Six sh*t

I could care less 'bout your squad

I don't connect when I'm flyin'

I'm on a jet and it's mine

I just hope the weather is fine

I took the jet to Dubai

I took the jet to Milan

I took the jet way to Africa shout out my ni**a Akon

Your b**ch sweatin' my squad

Please get the sweat out her eye

I put the d**k in her spine

I f**ked the b**ch in her prime

Don't get my credit declined

Give all the credit to Moms

I flipped the bird at the Bird hey what's for dinner Popeyes

These chickens got bird flu

And they chirp chirp too

Always sung never flew

These boys hot girls too

If money grow on trees I climb and rest in that b**ch

Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that b**ch

Stuck my neck out and sh*t

Then got the heck out that sh*t

And when I did I took the special effect out of that sh*t

Tunechi F 'round this b**ch

The best thing left 'round this b**ch

All you n***as some b**ches I feel like Hef 'round this b**ch

You call her Stephanie I call her Steph 'round this b**ch

Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama sh*t

I come direct with my sh*t

I come correct with my sh*t

A blank check on your face put some respect on my sh*t

Branches startin' to shake

Here comes the leaves get the rake

I want my piece of the cake

It should be sweeter than cake

Here come the leaves get the rake

And we ain't leavin' the rake

We made the cleanest escape

Although I bleeped in your face

You playin' with the right one today

Your flag is a white one today

You wearin' them tight ones today

Check me a right one today

You playin' with fire today

The Angel and Lion are greats

Oh my God lightning strikin' twice in this place

Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place

All this motherf**kin' beef I need some rice on this plate

Talked to your wifey today

She feelin' triflin' she say

Talked to the sniper he say

He aimin' at diapers today

Pick you off like pickin' peppers Peter Piper today

So tell your squad I say"BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say

It's Mortal Kombat tonight it's Street Fighter today

I'm Major Bison Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place

You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face

Oh my God it feel like I done life in this place

But swear to God I got money doin' life in my safe

Put on the gloves like MJ go from OG to OJ

I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face

This for Cita and Nae

This for my people and bae

I got three sons of a gun them n***as keep me on safe

Hol' up I am the black god to the church

I am the fat boy to dessert

I am the landlord to the first

Got two bangers one of them go"bada boom"

One of them go"bada bing"

I taught these h*es how to love I taught these boys how to lean

I'm high in the sky and I twinkle

The eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em

Keep the iron for the wrinkles

The mansion came with the sprinklers

I want Arabian wealth

You snakes come make me a belt

Yeah you know life is a movie you n***as playin' yourselves

D**n that's some six sh*t

Yeah yeah yeah I want Arabian wealth

You snakes come make me a belt

It's every man for themselves it's every baby for sale

And you know life is a movie you n***as ratin' yourself

I just hope it's a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself

That's some six sh*t