Feed the Streets 2 (Intro)

I get

I get racks, Louis backpack on my back, I put the city on my back

I put the city on the map, Promethazine and Codeine in my double cup

**** know I'm big dog, you a puppy

Put that bitch in my car and she love me

I can't never get too buddy buddy

Keep that MC Hammer, they can't touch me

A lotta clips and mags, they tried to bust me

'Cause you know I got the racks bustin'

I got out the mud 'cause I had to ball to get a new tennis for my bitch

I make the package do backflips, to get a new Patek on my wrist

Got a new automatic that's on my hip

**** talk 'bout the bag but it don't exist

This that new drip designer, it cost me

In the back of the 'Bach, she gonna show her titties

I was that **** when I was in the streets

Watched my uncle whip the dope and push the key

She wanna buy that brand new 'Rari

She want the ring with the flawless cut baguettes

I went to jail and came home, had to run it up

Got the new diamonds on my neck

Now all these bitches want is sex

I just shitted on my ex

I got this shit out the harder way

Call up my dog Derez

****, I crashed the Chevy

Then I came back in B-M-dub

Now all these bitches wanna be next to me

'Cause I got a pocketful of dubs

Since I got the Rollie, I got stuck up

I can't even give these bitches too many hugs

Pushin' in a Phantom, got the mink on the rug

That bitch say she know me, Roddy Rich, you know I fuck it up, yeah

****, I was really jumpin' out the traps

Pushed the Chevy with bananas in the back

I be chasin' that bag, ****, I had to get them racks in

I been rockin' Balmain and your **** shop at Pac-Sun

Bitch, I been hoppin' out the bag, it's different

I run these hunnids, and I play my position

A **** never got no sleep

And that's why ain't no **** cold as me

Cold as me, ain't no **** cold as me

Ain't no **** cold as me, colder than me

My ice ain't colder than me

My ice, my ice ain't even colder than me

The drip ain't colder than me

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