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Introductions is necessary They necessary! We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen It’s been a minute, but ain’t a damn thing changed I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big things And it's strange, they treating our culture dirty 'Cause this year, Rap City would eventually turn 30 No conversation, no presentation No social media posts or celebration I’m just bringing you the facts and truth But shoutout to the Beast Coast for bringing back the booth! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh I’m smoking good bitch, huh, I can’t complain I shoulda let my hair down, but fuck it, let my nuts hang BABA Juice, fathered dudes, fuck it, this is child abuse These niggas need their own style, these niggas need their own sound I’m still tryna ride the wave, I hope you motherfuckers drown She called it Lake Tahoe when Juicy coming into town I'm spell casting, I think they cappin', I think they actin' Attention seeking, just need a reason to bring out the demons Trippin', a rebel like Jimi Hendrix, this is hard work Talking independent, got that terp talk If you tryna hit it, LSD cap, gotta feed the village Letras de cancionesI’m a businessman, gentleman, trap star, rap god Your passport, you had to ask for I just fucked your girl 'cause I was that bored, uh! That's my nigga Juice the capo on the fucking mic man It's Issa Gold here man, you know UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move, my nigga Shoutout my nigga Big Tigger, know what I mean? We in LA though, know what I mean? Sitting low in the coupe, you know what I'm talking about, nigga? Hold up Roll a spliff in traffic, sitting low inside the coupe Legal tint but dark enough to block the suites Your friends a liar man, you need to tell the truth That's why we're cuttin' all the snakes and the Judas from our troops Hold up, sour diesel mania, the plug from Albania Got a couple choices, he like Starbucks with the flavorin' Smokin' with my zombies and my goons like Transylvania My niggas got it low like scalpin' tickets out the stadium My messages is free movies, that’s word to Putlocker The mumble rappers is fake hot, word to Sriracha You'se a triple eye [?] Lead the nation like Obama, stomping rappers in the locker I’m a bully on these beats, check the goal like soccer teams Just solace, not presiding, I’m the honor when I speak Drop the gavel on a nigga head, knock him off his feet Triptonic automatic when I’m gliding through the streets, nigga! Hold on, Pow, keep this beat Keep this beat, I want this beat, I ain't switching shit Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo I just wanna fuck, catch a vibe with it Gelato in my blunt, taste like ice cream I helped make you, why would I violate you Lenny Kravitz, black shades, watch me fly away Imma rep that Beast Coast until my dying day Niggas hate and envy, that's just human nature If you see me in love, it was a hallucination Her man ain't home, so when in Rome, he get his slot taken Designer weed, usually I’m smoking top flavors I’m on a paper chase, man you just twat chasin' The block is hot like a burning thot, you are not safe here It ain't sinnin' if you winnin', feel like God's favorite She be screaming like a demon when I’m fornicating Call me Lucifer, it’s weird but the sex amazing I’m from BK, she from AK, LA, man fuck it baby I’m freestylin’, yeah I’m wildin’, I’m going crazy The dark one, nigga! The dark one, nigga! Yo, who next, who next, let's hit it! You know what I’m saying Joey Bada$$, the Badmon They know that Uh, I gotta get the Skrilla I got dreams stacked in plenty figures Sipping fine white wine chilling in my villa Smoking on Killa, thinking ‘bout the bigger picture Underneath the 6 figure chandelier fixture Mister, everyday just getting mo’ richer Act up, I send the real goons, come and get ya Bodies get dropped, we ain’t playing games of Twister Putting back shots in your mother and your sister I’m sick and vicious, treating radical buttons like they’re kill switches I bang on mics ridiculous, won't stop until the kid is ubiquitous Niggas know I am the best, they just struggle admitting it Big dick energy, I’m emitting it If she got a fat ass, backstage pass, you know that I’m hitting it I ain’t gotta flash cash, but you know that I’m getting it These raps ain’t visions bitch, I’m already living it, yeah Badmon, Bad one, three time! Ay, let me get it back, let me catch that shit It’s AK the illest, AK the illest in this bitch Beast Coast gang Ay, ay, ay, uh I got the heart of the city, so they ride along with me Always keep a spliff lit, never fuck with that Whitney Got a bad bitch beside me, so I nickname her Kidney But I never hit it raw ‘cause man don’t want no pickey Every season I’m on tour nigga, check the brochure Got your bitch on all fours, greet me like ‘Bonjour’ On the south of France shore, but I still hunger more Why you one hit chasing? Should've got some insurance Better yet some endurance, like BLO, like a tour Step on my toes, we ain’t sparring Grip the weapons like Spartans Niggas be reckless, shoot you, go to church next morning Fuck a detective, my alibi was ‘I was recording’ Send a invoice to the stu so my defensive is stronger All my niggas messed up like tryna deflect a boulder Pull up on you with the force and tease these niggas like Yoda She gon' ride until the court, so I'ma never disown her But to tap into the source I put the world on my shoulders, nigga Young AK, nigga! Yo, yo, yo, yo Of course, I gotta talk to em It's Kirk Knight in this motherfucker Yo, yeah, yeah, look Became an artist, time to make it legit, make it exist Old soul so I walk with a limp Speak the naked truth, bitches catch fits, but now it’s all good Lick up the smoke in the hood, that’s regular shit Like foreskin, shorty always been on my dick But that’s never the focus, there's knowledge to get and knowledge to kick I called the grip, but this aim, that shit took time And now I’m way too hip, I never waste lines I’m sipping fine wine that’s word to the grapevine And I got the Midas touch, every verse is a goldmine Uh, watch my moves, you could learn something Look, weeding out my problems, time to burn something Never get smoke, America’s most blunted Posted with a lot of grams, rotation, heavy abundance Look, fast life like a crash dummy I’m over heads nigga, you an understudy Everybody that done doubted me gon’ eat they words for lunch Try to hit me with some shit, but I had beat em to the punch I was standing outside solo now my finger start to numb Been a starving artist for solo, now my ribs are starting to touch Living on a dirty block, where they was dealing in the cut Niggas rocking off a fifty like ‘We really in the cut’ I thought crackheads want to sneak I guess them fiends is really hooked Couldn't tell by how they move but you could see just by they look I’m a diamond in the rough, ain’t been shining out enough You talk why you getting [?] 'til I'm as rich as Puff Work hard ‘til I get what I want Really soft but talk so tough Couldn’t take me one on one, you’ll probably try and get a gun I keep the finest in my blunt Smoking Do-Si and Gelato, you can't find this where you’re from Swear to God, must be a dragon, I got fire in my lungs Guess it [?] my taste buds Could afford to buy your partner, still have [?] Fly! It’s Ark Yeah, Ay Lowkey I’m drama-safe, smoking weed and comic blaze Rocking shows in outta state Beast Coast accommodate, in every genre honestly I’ll be going til this time, forming til this time of day Marvin Gaye, all my shorties sweet like some marmalade Mahogany, the black soul emerging like a flower sleeve Most leave and die young, surviving in these grimy streets That’s why I gotta beef, sacrifice time to see Shine from a spirit, devil hear it, without mind to breach Mindful of the time you keep Not believing in sinking to the bottom nigga, even hourly Shatter the philosophies, Selassie Not copy, not lovely, just lively, homebodies You already know, it’s Nyck fucking Caution baby Uh, yeah It’s Saint Nicholas rapping, paint pictures with The bars given, make a movie out the sentences Raise the stakes if you wanna stay sizzling They gon’ give me mine by the time this tape finished with Why every white rapper rap quick? Slow ‘em down, see if they can outrap Nyck Suck dick the same mouth you spit facts with? You not capping, you a catfish They finally put a legend on the map So it’s only right I put the masterplan into action I see my dreams and attract them I find a weakness and attacked him You dry snitching from a caption No wonder why the police always got the advantage In the age of the antics, is 15 minutes really worth all of the damage? Think about it! Aight, listen Time for the wrap up! You cappers better step your raps up Cause Beast Coast up in this bitch, about to act up We gon’ make you all believers Got Joey, Pro Era, Zombies, Underachievers Everybody just listen now 'Cause what I’m spitting ain’t never been written down And Imma keep you on course 'Cause we escape from New York May 24th! From Letras Mania