The Threat Lyrics

Born to be lucky

I run the fucking race, I ain't talking bout Kentucky

Them Derbies fucking crazy

These rappers be so lazy

They only got the flow, they don't worry bout the bars

Feeling like Jay-Z, I'm crazy in love

With the money, cash, and, hoes

I'm sitting on the throne, waiting for the fucking crown

Got bitches that I know, tell me that they back in town

But I'm not even home, I'm just focused on the sound

I just don't got the time, to sit and wait around

Got money to be found, so I'm sorry gotta bounce

Every time you see me, I know I'm smelling loud

Spray some polo red 'fore I bring over the guests

Chilling all day, party all night

We never getting rest

I know they hear this shit

I feel em getting stressed, I see 'em as they sweat

I take your mom out debt so you see me as a threat

I know a couple guys that will shoot a couple rounds

Then look you in your eyes and ask you who shot ya

This for B.I.G

Last name Smalls

But you can call him poppa

You know the sky the limit

I'm doing this for Wallace, I know he hear in spirit

My shit is fucking flawless, might just leave you fucking nauseous

They hear I'm coming home, so they out here moving cautious

I'm leaving with more cash, got 'em looking for they wallet

You know I fucking got it, I'm only making profit

You bouta pull a David Blaine and motherfucking vanish

Your girl been acting lonely so I went and took advantage

Feeling like Nas man, I'm here to give y'all power

New York State of Mind, any beat I devour

Every time I spit it's like they tasting something sour

I'm giving them the mic now they acting like some cowards

I do this shit myself y'all be paying for some writers

I'm hanging with some tigers y'all be hanging with some vipers

Career been falling off but you worried bout designer

I ain't even gotta try and I'm posted on recliners

I'm tryna do this right you better get out of my lane

Your chain been looking plain

I'm getting this from Wayne and the boy, Champagne

You know this shit insane

The flow on the beat cold, man this shit a dream

Villain in this bitch

Might live long enough to myself become the hero

Robinhood shit I don't care about dinero

But when I open checks, I'm just staring at the zeroes

I give it the people that ain't ever seen a limo

You out here saying ditto, but we all fucking know

Forgotten in this shit boy caught up in a limbo

Only shopping you do, is through the fucking window

'Stead of helping all your friends sitting up on death row

You screaming that you been loyal but your grills are made of tin foil

I ain't even say it but I'm sending you the invoice

Tripping off this shit man it's Reef in this bitch

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