The Blow

Yeah, yeah ha

Nigga just, you know what i'm sayin', the king of, you know

King of talkin' shit

Yeah, yeah

You can't know how far

You can't know how much

You don't go, when you fuckin' with the blow

Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style

Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie dial

My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real shit)

I'm fuckin' these hoes, I want it all like a only child

'Bout to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list

OxyContin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic

Stood up on my deen, the machine ain't never promoted this

Coldest nigga you ever heard on Alan or Otis shit (And you know this shit)

Bitch, it's liquid golden when I'm over shit (Yeah)

I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest shit

I should grow a muh fuckin' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe

Nigga say I got 'em for his weight, I shot him in his face

That pussy boy was dead right (Dead right)

It's just a freestyle, let a nigga breathe

I don't know what's worse

To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a nigga's cheese

Had to cut a couple bitches off

I guess they used to think that they was out a nigga league

Ghostface, I got ice cream

Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese nigga what

You don't know how far

You can go, how much

You can grow, how far

You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow

From a seven hundred square foot apartment

Never claim to be the king of New Orleans

Though my new castle one of the largest

From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures

My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute

If they really thought they knew somethin'

They would've been came to come get me

Not sayin' that they would've got me, though

You copy, bro, I'm out at Mojave

Desert, dune-buggies and Kawasakis

You gotta know to have fun with your money

Young hustler, watch me

Keep hittas around me

'Cause niggas be clownin', can't trust nobody

It might be your partner that drop your body

That shit not shockin'

I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime

Scribblin' lines on her mirror

Bitches nose dive, who am I

You don't know how far

You can go, how much

You can grow, how far

You can go, when you fuckin' with the blow

"You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?

Well, I always wanted to try, you know

But you want to, right? Why not?

It's great stuff, Albi

A friend of mine just"