Goodfellas - Big Ghost Ltd. Version

Huh, yeah, yeah, huh

Know what I'm sayin'?

Upstate NY niggas, man

Niggas had to, like, stand in three feet of snow and figure shit out

Know what I'm sayin'?

Huh

Ayo, I had to work shit back from the 213

No losses, I had a twenty-two month streak

When I took my first L, I ain't lose much sleep

Disappeared and came back like two front teeth

Now, who wanna see the switch on my big weapon?

When I ask who want beef, it's a trick question

I squeeze, you gon' bleed from your midsection

It'd be a big blessing you survive these tools

Homie, it's no words to describe these jewels

Hood niggas, but kids go to Ivy schools

I hate a bum bitch that wear shiny shoes

Y'all put seeds in these chickens like Chinese food

I'm the guy she choose, but her tongue too loose

Don't trust her, she the type to run through groups (Yeah)

I'm a baller, money come, but got none to shoot

And if a bitch want me, she gotta jump through hoops, trust

Uh, they see the level up and now they real salty

Tell them pussy niggas jump if they feel froggy

Rollie on my left wrist is real costly (Uh-huh)

They copyin' my moves, they tryna get a deal off me (Hahaha)

But them niggas is not me and that ain't real street (Not at all)

And that ain't stoppin' my money, I'ma still eat (I'm eatin', nigga)

Get you clipped in any city, I got real reach

But I ain't trippin', that's Beyond Meat, that ain't real beef (Hah)

You rap niggas jewelry lookin' real cheap (Uh-huh)

Get your shit poked on they street, we

Know you real sweet (Boom, boom, boom)

Time is of the essence, I whip the work, tryna get the extras (Whip)

Now they see me ridin' in a Tesla (Vroom)

And that's from two shows, see, I'm kind of a finesser

Know the way I'm rhymin' just apply a lot of pressure (Hahaha)

I take my chains off, set my fire on the dresser

Say a prayer that a nigga don't try me, I'ma stretch him

And you really gotta know the difference from

Suckers and real steppers (Real steppers)

And ones who handle that beef first like a meal prepper

My beats harder (My beats harder), my whip newer

Can't fuck with that), my deal better (And that)

My bank statement six pages long like a jail letter (Nigga)

Back in 2014, I had cheap prices, facts

Me and Jay Rock takin' bricks out the

Wrap like Kraft cheese slices (Nigga)

Tell y'all cashin' out, it don't seem like it (I don't see it)

We don't believe it, it's cap, beams on

The hats of rappers I greenlighted (Nigga)

These long runs, we consider that blessings (Free spot)

I'm with a kitchen that's stretchin', mix

Oil and water like vinaigrette dressin' (Ooh)

Kids in my city wanna know the truth (They wanna know)

How I get from on the stoop to scrambled eggs from a golden goose

The truth is, I thought this moment through (Thought it through)

Planted the seeds, start growin' the roots, and

Ended up with a photo booth (That's how I did it)

Sopranos' own Joe Pesci, but I look better (Huh)

Craig, Spesh, Jimmy Conway, this a clip from Goodfellas, Butch

I get harassed by Five-O all the fuckin' time

And all these white people look at us crazy, treatin' us wrong

For years and years and years

And we just sit around and let 'em spit in our face

Know what I'm sayin'?

It's time now, man

It's time, know what I'm sayin'?

We can't sit around no more

We all around here, so we gotta come together

And we gotta do shit

Know what I'm sayin'? We gotta do shit