Summer 96

(album: Summer 96 - 2019)

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I be feeling
Nobody can fuck with the villain because I'm one in a million
Really I'm better than, kill the culture or kill the competition if one of 'em willing
With the backwood full of Biscotti, I be the truth up in the booth
And let 'em see what it can do to your body
Killing you is hobby, I be the one that be doing it readily
Niggas are scared of me like Illuminati
Play time is over, it's a punisher from the [?] days
I'm back again, you thought it was a phase
And I be flowing in magnificent ways
Coming off like a semi; if you ain't hit, I bet you yo ass is grazed
A Windy City chief rocker
Since the 90s I can hit the studio and make knocka fuck a drive by
And leave the rider shot up
Bullets going blacka blacka when I come and shoot the block up
I'm apocalyptic like the way 2Pac'd spit it
Forever like I gotta get it, I'm going after the riches
You looking at a drip so vicious
In an era where niggas on camera acting like bitches
Shit, I'm a balla, still up in the game
Still got the Tom Brady status with the touchdowns homie
Look at how I'm living, everything is vintage
Diamonds all up in it, and I rock a bust-down Rollie
Full of fetti, I'm on a mission
I'm with it, come get it if you feel like you got a position for the bag
I'm articulate like a mathematician
And I got the arithmetic of a money magician
But I do it for the love
Still holding my own, I need nobody to buy me shit
It's a Twista, I'm coming with that grimy shit
Let's take it back to the summer of '96