[Intro: Big L]

Ayo, Showbiz, man

I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the Devil's son, B

I was doin' some ill shit (Rest In Peace, Big L)

[Verse 1: Big L]

Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough

Gotta put it in my stash and lay low

Honies used to walk right past years ago

Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't blow

For real son, it's a new rebel in town

Playa for life, picture L settling down

Whenever I'm around, on your girl's face is a smile

Never copping out, I'm taking all my cases to trial

You know my team's the best, you've never seen me stressed

I be еxtremely fresh in thе green GS

How I’m living so far, swell, you can’t scar L

Head of the Cartel, selling more cakes than Carvel

While y’all be on the street corners, bummy and high

I’m out buying the finest things money can buy

I keep it ghetto, but still I’m a fly fellow

Who love the cuties no matter if they dark skin or high yellow

And corny rappers I squash and disgrace

None of my bills got Washington’s face

One love to all the big willy crews and cliques, who’s stacking pools of chips, making moves with bricks, what?

[Verse 2: Party Arty]

80 spit it, stunting like baby did it

GD get dirty, all crazy with it

Coke from Broadway, to the hallway, we did it

Smokin all day, me and shorty we hit it

You know me, the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese

And before I finish, I'm accepting apologies

Son, I gotta squeeze at all y'all niggas in here

Straight dirty rich niggas in here

I'm like a bike, switch bitches in gear, you like Mike, bouta end your career, I’m bigger than fear, my niggas is here

Fuck Crystal, gimme a beer

My cars come with rims, jiggy affairs

I come with Timbs

I'm tired of niggas trying to rap in my hood

Ain't the first time you get smacked in my hood

Yapped in my hood, clapped in my hood

I'm tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood

Dog, why you up in my space? (Talkin crazy)

Spittin all up in my face

Gun tucked in my waist, blunt sunk in my face, I let my niggas hit yo bitch first, fuck it, I'll wait

I'm in touch with my fate, son, I'm destined to do it

Son, I flow like more niggas testin the fluid

I am the P-80, who you tryin to be?

I think y’all niggas doin a little too much admiring me

[Outro: Party Arty]

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