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[Intro: Pardison Fontaine]
Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo’fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
I'ma stunt, I’ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain’t wanna conversate
I’ve been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin’ city, I'm on mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin’ city, I'm on mo'fuckin'—

[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
I don't wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo)
Don't know what she do with y'all, she come here and take it off
Ain't no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off
Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls
Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time
Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find
Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, "Nevermind,"
Might be bad but she ain't good, and I know these hoes be lyin'
Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they never mine
Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn't slime
Let a nigga cross me once, it won't be a second time
Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down
Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh
[Pre-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year
Used to hoop then go to school in the same gear
Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain't care
Seein' Iraq on the news, it's the same here
Wish the chalk could see what's in my heart, lotta pain there
Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain't playin' fair, blah

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late
Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face
This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate
All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face
Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate
I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on mo'fuckin' pace
Run this whole fuckin' city, I'm on mo'fuckin'—

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Ha, ha!
I be smokin' woods with the shooters (Yeah), grabba with the stabbers (Uh-huh)
Who got all the money? (Who?) Who bitches is badder? (Who?)
I be gettin' to it (Mmm), I ain't with the chatter (Naw)
'Cause if you got a family, none of that don't matter
Got the city on my back (That's right), shoulders startin' to hurt (Mmm)
Niggas only come around 'cause they know I got the work (Haha)
I don't throw 'em under the bus, I throw 'em in the dirt (Yup)
That's how you make it hurt (Mmm), I show 'em what I'm worth
I'm a certified gainer (Jada), lawyer on retainer (Uh)
You call him a hitman, I call him the painter (Woo)
Bad bitch on a leash 'cause I ain't tryna train her (Naw)
We gon' do her greasy (Yup), you gon' try to claim her
It's too late, haha!

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