Surprise nigga,
it's Joseph Mack,
they in the flesh.
Don't tell me y'all can't remember me.
I was the egghead that was poorly dressed
I never said much.
I thought I was able to hide it.
Life had me fed up.
I couldn't wait for the day
I got my first burner.
I ain't gonna let that mid bust.
It was a hit for a sinner but since then,
the guns split threads,
the fists split chains.
I ain't come here to make friends,
you be cool cool.
Now get off my dick, then.
I'm that nigga that never made a radio song,
but yet I hear myself each time I turn my radio on.
I'm that nigga that never made a radio song,
but yet I hear myself each time I turn my radio on.
I'm that nigga that never made a radio song,
but yet I hear myself each time I turn my radio on.
Of course by far,
I'm the most gangster nigga J Prince has ever gone sign.
And nigga my show's be sold out 2.30 in the morning and still alive.
Full of niggas and bitches trying to get in.
I watch them push and they pull.
Ain't nobody ever had connection this full.
Y'all niggas snitch when y'all get powed up.
Y'all niggas snitch when y'all get powed up.
Y'all niggas snitch when y'all get powed up.
All these good pigs on the payroll.
It's a handsome ransom.
We can smoke right here cause they say so.
Y'all niggas don't really know me.
Y'all just know a nigga's song.
This is on you.
I can be the man that shake your hand and crack your dome.
That's right.
Motherfucker.
I'm serious.
This is one of three 16.
Motherfucker.
I'm serious.
This is one of three 16.
I'm like, why?
* ass nigga.
I'm serious.
This is one of three 16.
Screwed up clip nigga.
I'm serious.
And this has been one of three 16.
I'm on the way.
So tell the hood don't trip.
I'm doing 90 through the gutter.
Getting head in the whip.
I'm done tipping these hollow clips the same color as crips.
If I let them loose,
they had you practicing the art of a flip.
Only positive message.
I got to stay the * out my face.
While he is swollen up looking like Timberland fresh off the weights.
I don't need to expand * bitch.
I'm content with my space.
I get more ass than half these rap niggas get ass on their face.
I get more ass than half these rap niggas get ass on their face.
I get more ass than half these rap niggas get ass on their face.
I'm scared of rich bitch.
I don't give a * about force.
I'm in the hood more than the Asian being Honda or Corvette.
Space ain't my stuff.
I got the qualities of a bad entertainer.
I'm a * *.
Stupid ass.
That's a no-brainer.
They told me to keep it cool,
but I tell them I keep it neat.
If it wasn't for the street *,
tell me what the * I would be.
I wouldn't raise my little russet skin.
And I was raised by the G's trying to take the nigga out of me.
Nigga, please get the * out of here.
Yeah.
Serious.
This is
a serious.
This is
a serious.
This is true.
It's nothing that I can't do.
Flow sick.
The kid needs Saint
Jew. These silicone clothes can't stand the G lyrical manslaughter.
My reason for insanity.
Fake rappers.
I do this * with a passion.
Teflon clothing, wear guns as a fashion.
Breath of fresh air.
Rapper last new breed.
Joe Fisher paper.
My money make you cruelly strap on my neck.
Cushion my real or rap hard body music.
This ain't no jello rap.
Ryan dirty with number three on repeat.
We three assholes with Pepsi on the beach.
He don't see these posts.
City streets cold.
Living by the G code.
My niggas in this mode.
Call the coroner cause bulletproof killing
on these niggas weaker than Smirnoff.
And I ain't villain no.
Nah, motherfucker.
I'm serious.
And this is three of three sixteen.
Bitch, nigga, I'm serious.
And this is three of.