Dreamchasers 2 [Intro]
I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal
And most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me
I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey
There's no one like me, I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah
(M-Maybach Music)
Yeah (Gangsta Grillz)
It's a lot of bad bitches in the buildin', amen
Came in the game killin' niggas, J-Lin
When it come to whips, I'm on some shit I'm prolly eight in (woo)
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Ya'll niggas come out (come out), all the hoes stay in (stay in)
Every time I come out (come out), movie in the makin' (yeah)
Realest nigga in it, all you gotta do is say it
If a nigga rap dissin', when I see him I'ma spray 'em like
Bang, nigga ain't no game (game), Philly niggas ain't the same
Step in your lane (lane), before that choppa hit your brain
Stay out the frame (frame), cause when I land that bada-boom
That's bada-bang, pussy nigga, ah
Right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro, yeah, the double S (hater)
E'er since I made a milli' I ain't been in trouble yet
Still walk in the buildin' and go bonkers with a hunnid racks
H-H-Hunnid stacks, hell yeah, hell yeah fucking right
Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight (ha)
Ya'll niggas was sleepin' on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I ball out my team
And I lean off in this Phantom (skrrt), "I'ma Boss" my anthem (yeah)
The MMG my click, that's why your bitch all on my dick
I got thirty racks in my pocket, I keep thirty shots in my click
I get thirty racks for my verses
Ya'll ain't getting paper like this (no)
I'm getting money, must be the Illuminati
They think I signed up, 'cause I just bought a new Ferrari (new Ferrari)
And when I make a hunnid I'ma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly niggas they just tryna shoot somebody
Tell 'em (tell 'em), I swear I try to tell 'em (tell 'em)
Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar (cellar)
And if she want that hammer all up in her, I'ma nail her
Word to my nigga Ricky, we gon' kill the game this summer (ah)