Testo Heavy Metal

Rhymes, cash, weed, cars
Walk down Mermaid Ave we like stars
A nickel bag is sold in the park I'm involved
Im the king of New York when it comes to these bars
Rhymes, cash, the weed, cars
Coney Island mayor, hood superstar
You sell an eighth in the barbershop? We want ours
When it comes to these bars ya can’t fuck with the god The first rhymes i wrote was meant to embarrass a classmate
Fire in my eyes i walked into school mad late
Studied Duke the whole year waited till the last day
Then whooped his ass worse than if his moms saw his bad grades
Now I'm movin’ at a fast pace
And every time i rhyme everyone got the gas face
Winning competitions every place i be
Only 16 gettin’ in with the fake ID
Coney Island kids with something to prove
Nothing to lose
Walk into the spot 20 deep niggas tucking they jewels
Cause they knowing we hold heat
Cosigned by the OGs
Computer nerds and parolees
They all know me They all know i earned all the respect that i ever got
I spent one whole summer
Walkin up and down the ave dolo battling the nicest niggas on every block
And never got got
Thats how i got the top spot
That’s why they call me the mayor in my hood i got props
In your hood you got shot
I son rappers call me pop pop
Copping drop tops from work out the crock pot
Fiends cooking up living the dream
Look at us
Four of us with one thirty eight that wouldn't bust
Still robbed niggas off of the B36 bus
Shit was starting to rust but we still ain't give a fuck
It didn't shoot but we could pistol whip you till you give it up
Out of the four of us only two still living
The other one besides myself is doing life in prison
That’s why I go so hard on these beats and rhythm
Cause I got four souls trapped inside of my system
Listen at some point in your life you gotta man up
The easter bunny not coming there ain’t no santa
Caught my first felony strong arm no hammer
Came out the slammer
With all my goals written inside a planner
And now we makin’ it happen
Fuck rappin’
Real life shit, we adaptin’
Nigga I’ll shoot you and the fuckin captain
Hold that
Bang bang biddat nigga
Bang bang biddat nigga
Bang bang bang bang
Bang biddat nigga
Hold that nigga

Yo, yo
Everyday they ask why I’m not on
It works the dome
Cause the truth is it’s nobody fault but my own
At seventeen me and George Burnz was signing to spit
Until the planes hit the towers then he started to flip
Spit Records was under Def Jam was up there regularly
Burnz left and they ain’t wanna sign us separately
Went to Fight Klub bodied everything no problem
TV, magazines, was on my way to stardom
Joey IE called the crib spoke to my mom
Said ima make your son a rich man i thought it was on
But then he heard I was on the run and had to do time
Plus i was wylin’ out on drugs he fell back and declined
I was truly outta my mind
Then I did a bid
Came home started running up at Shady with Riggs
RIggs told me if i could sign you today i would
But i was back on my bullshit up to no good
Necro hit me up on MySpace took me on tour
Saw these independent dudes was getting money galore
Got my foot in the door no hesitation
Been clean nine years rebuilding my reputation
Living my dreams on a glorious road
Best seller when my story is told
Thats a fact nigga
Living my dreams on a glorious road
This a best seller when my story is told
Thats a fendi

What, what, what ain't no more to it
I’m done