My rhymes stick to your head like a New Era/
Roll with no squad but I still bring terror/
A New Yorker with a LV Gladiator state of mind/
Bumpin your shit, so don't hate on mine/
But it doesn't phase me, it's just gunna take ya time/
& time is a precious thing to waste/
Got a 9 on each side of my waist/
To blow off each side of ya face/
Which would be a valuable thing to lose/
Don't need to run with any crews/
You don't wanna live a day in these size 9 shoes/
Neither red or blues/
Just another stat on the news/
All they report is death, anything else rarely/
All ya homies cuttin out ya obituary/
No drugs for me, but I can get you dimes & nickels like the tooth fairy/
You'z an ugly fuck & ya rhymes are scary/
Mine are as good lookin as Tyra Banks/
I'm gunna hand you a beat down, no required thanks/
& you can take that to the entire bank//
