Back 2 Back - Jayo Felony, DJ Nik Bean, Street Certified

I make kilos finito

In my hood I’m deebo

In new york I’m on 1, 4 5th

With 10 khakis throwin ceelo ask niggas

It’s all about that cash niggas

Use the benjimans to wipe my ass shit

The guns I blast

The bricks wrapped in plastic

Call it a felony, jayo pass the desert eagle niggas

Is talkin we haulk em out line chalk em out

Keep on walkin like nothin happen

Over rappin u a dead fuck

All they seen is 2 niggas runnin in blue and red chucks

Gun smokin till the chrome go cold

One blood one loc inside of the 6'4

I kill MCs like real MCs

Watch him go from platinum

To go like my D’s bitch please get yo ass laid flat

Niggas tryin to be the king but the ace is back

So unforgettable so unfuck wittable It’s Pitiful

And do that to em put him in critical

Blowing up shit like he air time mad at these niggas

Never be shit bishop you don’t even matter

It get intense don’t it?

It make some sense won’t it

Shit if I’m sayin it it gotta make some sense I’m on it

Understand it we goin back like a sam sandwich

All that sugar water man I mange just look

See I’m immune to you you can’t affect my system

I bring doom to you, boy you just another victim

I keep the upper hand killer the advantage is mine

You gonna need a wax job nigga when I damage ya shine

I’m like starbucks I get em a media boost

If ya disappear it will (?) loose canon whose standin bitch

I’m like 2Pac you knowin that I get around

Ask money b

Let me get em, business as usual against all odds