King Maker (19:56)

here we go again I be blowing in like a blow a wind,feeling like Napoleon,in a golden benz,back to back mitorcade,you know what my homies in,garage quadruple on them r,s,rolls,and rover them,opps i cant wait tell im atanding over them,with his eyes closed tught wishing that da pole a jam,m.o.b fuck a bitch but i will die over grams,fuck you nee niggaz shed blood for my oldest friends,you have no command and i no ya scams,so i deal with a open hand and i no ya plans,and i break birds serve with a over hand,i dont stand under niggaz iover stand,and you got lucky clover man,i bust da blower you was lower diving under vans,still got you for ya chain and 100 grams,im on ya block until i make a hundred,then you can have it back,im from a habitat where if niggaz aint balling rhey bagging,and in the streetz sleepin safe is when you have a gat,and some killerz holding blickers that a have ya back,say my name in the streets its a bag attach,you dont know me but you heard about my savage acts,thats why i cant relax