inkredible
Tha Truth back, let's get to business
It's something unfamiliar
Call it a foreign image
Paint heavily leaking
I guess it wasn't finished
Riding with something freaky
They tell me she the business
The chain clear, stones never cloudy
60 rats or better, nigga ask about me
Certified gangster, please don't ever doubt me
Welcome to the streets
You can't get in without me
I'm Presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black
Chopper in the Chevy, top rollin' back
My life a motion picture, bitch I ain't gotta act
I send em to your section, nigga hold that
It's raining scattered bullets
Too late to run for cover, I drain em like Kobe
Then I evacuate to the gutter
On something that's pokey with looks
And a trunk they'd like to stutter
I rank as the king of the city
It ain't gon be another
(Inkredible, inkredible, inkredible, inkredible...)
I'm sending shots, it's happy hour
I shoot from close range, I'm a need a shower
Brains in the sink, body on the counter
Women and the kids, leave em how I found em
I'm a real nigga, stand still nigga
I'll cut your face, have you lookin like Seal nigga
Then I pull your card, then I deal with you
Gamble with your life, is this your lucky night
My bitch so fucking right, every night I fuck her twice
Big boy money bitch, pockets on Charlie Wise
Tatted up, I'm scarred for life
Tell the cops I know all my rights
Got choppas I don't mean Harley bikes
Drop em like a bag of ice
Shades dark, flag bright
Wallet chain, chrome horse
Hair to the fucking back, call that shit, Rosa Parks
Dr. Carter, man I gave hip-hop open heart
Young Money baby aka Noah's Ark
And I'm Noah!
YOUNG MULA BABY
My money long, my temper short
My cars foreign, my dick a boss
The guns new, the beef old
It's time to come through like never before
Liquid C4, look at me ho
Look into my eyes do you see a C.O.?
I'm talking kilo's, time to reload
Map fout ou deyo – "Shut the fuck up" in Creole
Bitch I'm paid up, get ya weight up
Peel the top back reel the shades up
I got them automatics so you know I'm automatic
All my auto's automatic you know that's automatic
What you niggas want to see
Don't get caught in the street
I got G's that'll wait for a quarter key, nigga
I'm living nigga
Fuck the critics nigga (fuck em)
Shit is serious nigga
You hear the lyrics nigga (Yep!)
It's Ricky nigga