Royce da 5'9", Conway The Machine - FUBU lyrics

I am that nigga, it's obvious
These niggas broke, on their pickpocket
Watching us they see the watch and this
Jewelry we rocking get sick to they stomach
 now they tryna plot on us
They know this extendo we got on us
Can't name a time when it's not on us
Hope they try robbing us
So they can go back and tell niggas about
All these bullets they got from us
I let that blocker unload, I put
That pot on the stove, yeah
Now these CDs only product that's sold
Fans in Berlin going out of control, yeah
I fuck a lot of new hoes
Penthouse on top of the Lowes
Versace my robe
What's in my pocket? A knot I can't fold
Make sure my gelato is rolled
Uh, I am on a whole 'nother level than you
Uh my grandma used to say, "Boy
You got the devil in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells
I could sell out whatever venue

For us, by us for us, by us
For us, by us for us, by us
(For you) By us (For you) By us
(For you) By us

I'm tired of hearing 'bout what
All these rappers'll do first of all
None of y'all could last in the booth
I don't know what's faster
Your wounds turning black or to blue
The media, to slap or to sue
Step to a nigga just to step on a nigga
Sounds easier to me than
Counting backwards from two
Bring the hood piece
You expect to buy the Benzes
Shell catch an iron
You ain't pressured by forensics
Half these niggas rhyming transgendered
You said it, gotta question how you meant it
I transcend, forever monumented
Not even Netflix could document it
My son got autism from injection by syringes
These nerds ain't warriors
We heard the same story and
You niggas blowing whistles
At Hurricane Dorian
Blowing missiles back to the
Word of vainglorious you sissy
Nigga, this is for us, by us
Why you put yours up? I'll put up my cup
Survivors of systems meant to divide us
You only can afford what you
Could buy five of
You a fool in a war with the faint of hearts
I'll let the tool encore
Take your brain apart
I'm at the Louvre on the
Floor by the hanging art
I'm putting numbers on the board
Like a game of darts product of every single
Blood freckled Timberland
Buy up every building in the projects
To contemporary art deco every tenement
My consigliere's Marc Ecko every sentiment
Cop a hundred rides
Park 'em all in one garage
Money on my mind like Rocky thunder thighs
Everybody, everybody friends like
They from Milan 'Til they in a hole in a
Lawn like the number nine
Long hours of perfecting this, 9-7 shit
Spitting seeds left the shells
Of pistachios on the
Keys of the Casios as the evidence
Bearing my soul, DiCaprio from The Revenant
Phantom looking haunted like a hayride
Camera on the trunk like the
One from my prayers
Amethyst a gun, cummerbund child, they lied
Glamour chick in front, one of one I say I
And you know how I do
Put the beef behind me then put your
Soul behind you like De La
Twin white Maybachs
Steering wheel wood when I'm floating
Through the hood like sailors
Couldn't be cut like me if
You had ten tailors
Put the wifey in a black Bent' Bentayga
Judge can't exonerate, violate
Got a mansion by the lake, got a maid
Consuela
I was fly even when I was a damn lie
I was flying standby 'cause of
How I expand mics triple threat, bitch
I make the track and write
The judge can't give me life, bitch
I am life you a algorithm
You niggas everything the culture isn't
I don't coach or visit
I don't get into the social digit's
I just smoke distribute
Microorganism living my colloquialism