H, Bloodline, Yeah
Street Crime, H Corporation… I’m the Fucking boss man!
They can’t fuck with us, aw naw I get niggas murked man
I ain’t got much to fucking say man
Fuck you niggas though man, fuck you niggas
I’m the cain king, every day I sling
Man I can’t help but rap about the same thing
See I’m the yay connect
Rappers better pay respect
I get paid cash, imagine me take a check
I’m about that queens face, them queen cakes
On a yacht, couple keys in a briefcase
You couldn’t see H, fuck a police chase
Cats on the road, all they say is «he's safe»
Fuck you niggas man
I get niggas murked in this place man
You dont want no problems with me man
Have my money when I turn up man
Don’t fucking look at me man, man I get everybody murked man
Him, her, you, them. I’m a big problem son
Bloodline man (I'm in charge here man)
All I know is streets and crime
Can’t leave the streets behind
Couple more moves swear down the streets are mine
I’ve been here for time, deep thoughts in my mind
Look into my eyes, see I live the life of grime