I've got to stop it
I've got to stop it
Yo, through my eyes, I studied the game like Phil Jackson
The big gunner, thin up the blood, like Aspirin
I carry shanks, a big banger with a passion
Dusted with tough white boys like Steve Nash and then
We collided with J-Love
We ran trains on Japanese bitches, fucked up my grey rug
Our crops is growing, red hairs is showing
We about bills, remind you of Chauncey and T. Owens
Freezer face Ghost, 'cause my neck is frozen
Breezly Brew and Ice, that's my new slogan
Yeah, we after them chips, Erik Estrada
And my money belt triples in the state of Nevada
With my big shine on, Easter egg charm
Shame on a nigga who front like Ason
Play niggas all day like a Drake song
And I ain't gonna stop 'til my estate is Lake Long
I've got to stop it
I've got to stop it
Move like Tony Atlas, run the river like a catfish
Mafia in church, have to hit like a Catholic
Vocally, I'm lightning in a clash with titans
Son I hit like Mike Tyson with my beat slash writing
Yo, to grasp my logic, you need D, make a process
Have scientists fanning my entire thought process
Move like an apostle, legacy colossal
Wanna make history like discovery of a fossil
So hostile, fight for my rights like Palestinians
Pilgrim motherfuckers, I'm a chief, no Indian
Follow the leader, putting a cease and desist
Kid, destroy the wackness, any rap that exists
Hit like a tsunami, like a Japanese kamikaze
Expert at paper like I invented origami
I'm on the depths of Larry Davis, John Gotti
Move like a mason, part superior society
Admire me, or you getting hit with straight dead bolts
Throwing up road blocks, get split like me boats
I've got to stop it
I've got to stop it
Niggas be soft as Bolivian Raw
I'm representing New York, like Biggie when he kicked in the door
Essentially, my soul ain't for sale, my spirit is strong
The devil's a liar, I realize my gift is from God
Bless my beloved, no longer in physical form
But then I'm continuing on a genuine bond as this is your witness
An integral thoughts in a lyrical form of vengeance
Enduring performance like the '94 Knicks at the Garden
With visions to prosper, still in my conscious
Today's the foundation, I'm building tomorrow
With a pen in my palm, killing regardless
Of critics and doubters are feeling me now
I literally did it without 'em, living in a crib in the mountains
Mentally clearing my conscious, don't like attention or drama
Or those synonymous with Bo, too many problems
I'm disregarding anything that hinders progress
It's a part of my plan to expand so I can't allow it
I've got to stop it
I've got to stop it
