Bronx Bombers

I'm gully and you fascinated
Keep the Axe in the bag
Just to mask the fragrance
When I spazz, it's just to get cash saturated
These rappers wack
They only brag just to match their fakeness
Scallywag, I'm jacking daddy
And they agitated
I've been dodging patty-wagons from
The tracks I'm flaming
Catch a body like I'm Bobby
Man I'm aggravated
Black diamonds for the track like
I tanned the payment you ain't the man
Man you really ain't commanding nathing
You ain't commanding nothing
There ain't no contemplating
They hold the chronic patient
Longer than a conversation
Now I'm going in like a nigga obligated
There's no more moderation
These niggas pull up to my
Shows like it's a congregation
These niggas lying on they backs
But that's an honest statement
You keep on lying on your back
Just pray you dodge the pavement
I keep on trying for a fact
That's why I'm bound to make it
When you look me in the eyes
That's when you found amazing

Yeah, yeah

-Money, all about my cheese and the bread
Put some Gs on your head
If he got a problem
Then he flee for the dead
Yo I'm like a zombie, you can't stop me
I keep on going, I just keep on going
And you know I keep it frank
Just like the fuckin' ocean
Dancing til my whole- laughing