No New Taxes Testo

Right around the time Tony cut the portion
I was cutting spliffers, tryna live like orca
Project living nigga,'G ass nigga, no bigger than Bow Wow
A few years later I was sitting on'
Every fucking summer I be pulling shit out now
Fuck you rap niggas, yeah, my life just stand real
Squad car, I can talk about how that back feel
Industry ass niggas talk about rap deals
I turned down a milly, niggas talk about less deals
I talk cash shit, your home boy play that ill Ghetto ass nigga though, that nigga ain't real
Mess your whip up, nigga, sitting on small rug
Drinking with my niggas, still rocking them small clubs
Still a hood nigga, still robbing with the ball bloods
Attitude, skill, life, fuck what y'all love

Making that repertoire
Champagne, caviar
Put them in the hood today
Can see who they really are
Rolls white limousine
You can see I'm a star
But I'm sipping lean and yay
'Cause that's who we really are

Came from Berkley but no, I'm not a hippie
The only peace signs on my ass is 5, 50
Used to ride with me, I let you slide with me
It's a waste of my time unless you buy a pound fifty
Otherwise you can flock with them other guys This is big boy shit, no small fries
I know all bitches, you know all guys
In this foreign is the dope game, it's all mine
I'm the greatest hustler of all time
I grind hard, y'all small time
It's like you can't see me, it's like you all blind
But thinking I'm a punk is where I draw the line
I keep my hoes on rotation like a steering wheel
And try to keep my fucking haters in my rearview
Shit, all these bitches that I tear through
Shit, get on your head like a hairdo

Making that repertoire
Champagne, caviar
Put them in the hood today
Can see who they really are
Rolls white limousine
You can see I'm a star
But I'm sipping lean and yay
'Cause that's who we really are

When my battery die I put my pen to the paper
And when my hand spring I just merk it off the taper
That's only a new era, I need a new pair of
Louis frames, Louis sneaks, bottles service in the place
Dead president faces and my Louis backpack
Way out your league, I can lose you like that way overseas
Putting losers on the map, same scene
Watch the 5.0 fill their cruises up with blacks
From a place where your ace probably shoot you in your head
Nigga, you know what I'm saying, it's my world
Smoke week when you listen to this slap
But if you ain't real then forget about the jack
Got caught up in this mob shit, motherfucking B day
Where the fuck the dime at?
Loose cannon but I fire like the tomcat
30 in my sandwich finna panic off the raw pack, nigga

Making that repertoire
Champagne, caviar
Put them in the hood today
Can see who they really are
Rolls white limousine
You can see I'm a star
But I'm sipping lean and yay
'Cause that's who we really are