(Long time before everything)
(So individualistic)
Yea, Biggie Down
C'mon (c'mon)
Yea
I'ma do my stuff and no chains on my mind
I'm so good, untamed, leavin' the motherfuckers blind
I'ma have a hard time
But I tried hard and I got rich, die or try
All the way East Coast put down freak niggas
Money talks, respect walks
And put down pussy niggas
I get money, yea, cash drops like rain
Like a priceless diamonds, no explain
Bitches on my Bentley and I'ma fuck up game
Spell so hot and you got it my name
No big record label, I'm G free to create
I'm so for real and cuttin' the fake
Where the real ones reside
Money, power, respect, we take it to my side
No strings attached
Fuck the industry, I runnin' my own path
I'ma rollercoaster twists and turns so sharp
Motherfuckers in dust like a lil' kid in the dark
Treatin' my rhyme like a precious stone
Individual, original, I'ma rest to atone
Like the only one man that's gone
In a pain haze I was alone
Stoppin' gunshots and fuck this hustle struggle
My liberation hustle, I'ma hustler baby, yea
I'ma hustler baby, chasin' my dream best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
Where the real ones reside
Money, power, respect, we take it to my side
No strings attached
Fuck the industry, I runnin' my own path
So listen up, I'ma fuck y'all to stay
Look my presence fade away
I'ma so real laid back when I feed you my gun
When I play hard, they don't fuck with me, son
I make moves money bags every time
And put full full clips and 600 shots at a time
Where the real ones reside
Money, power, respect, we take it to my side
No strings attached
Fuck the industry, I runnin' my own path
Money, power, respect, we take it to my side
New York City
Biggie Down
