Testi Rolling 200 Deep IV - Dj Kay Slay, Sauce Money, RJ Payne

Rolling 200 Deep IV

Shame fake niggas has more cake than the funnel now
Streets been lit, shit is wild as the tunnel now
Hand on my grip for sure when you come around
'Til the day I’m gone, I put on for the underground
In the town I’m thorough, Bed-Stuy
You already know the borough
Do or die, you got a few hours on your hand
'Til I turn these eight bars to flowers for the dead, man
Oh, you fellas been warned, Big L is reborn
Bitch, I hope to smack eleven with elegant form
Nobody better, I ain’t met 'em, just tell 'em «come on»
Shit, I’m feeling like a demon, developin' horns
Six sinister, this is the big finisher
OG spinnable, six ministers, clip finish her
Still hope Kay Slay damn with this literature
You bastard, I’ma bring you a casket and straight finish ya
Slay really got a record with 200 artists on it
Out of everybody, watch my part, gon' be the hardest on it
Put my verse in the beginning, not in the back
Nobody sittin' there listening to 200 niggas rap (Nobody)
Whoever Slay put before me or after me
Can’t talk that shit like I talk it, they gon' be mad at me
I’m outsigning whoever I stand next to
I’m cool, it not be it cool, after I disrespect you
Originally, I’m the realest to talk it
Top ten nigga that put it down for New York
With Shadow Mobb, D-Block is a set, my catalog is correct
To switch you on the grips, I analog the set
Fits, they stay legit and the diamonds, they all VV
It’s turkey bags smoking on nuggets as big as kiwis
Shit, it really nothin', been hustling since a pee-wee
200 deep, Kay Slay run it up, the fuck is up
This the new face of The Rock
So, get comfortable before I rock
With my day ones, I used to eat Lunchables with 'em
Get your baby mama too, don’t give a fuck if you with him
50,000 over stimulus what Trump used to get 'em
In the trap, watching the fiends go line for line
A few hustlers then we can go dime from dime
Yeah, I rap but I be trappin' there from time to time
They ain’t hungry like me, let’s go crime from crime
One time for Kay Slay, I’m ready, so make way
Fight Night main event, I’m ready for payday
On point, oh, let’s keep it low with me like Dre Day
And them niggas quick to spin on niggas like Beyblades
Look, I be the hottest young nigga on the coast
I done made it through the storm with a paddle, with a boat
Never thought I’d make a million off this shit a nigga wrote
I’m just spttin' real shit these niggas «e
Catch one and you’ll know it’s combat
My shit exterminates all you rodents and rats
I brawl like Mike Tyson, y’all know you can’t fight
You don’t slip and get hit with this over-hand right
They don’t want it, cause I’m sure to trap
For bringing more iron, that kicks with defiance
A pure assassin, hit my opps with the AK
And long live the drama king, Kay Slay
Style wars in the '80s to magazine covers with the ladies
Had to get a guard, Kay Slay, these words are hommies
Since the burners and bombing, stay representin'
Tellin' y’all what the time is
200 plus rhymers go back to back
On a Trackateers track, it’s a natural fact
Large Prof gon' shine, my brain’s a gold mine
On stage or online, I’m flame, you know the sign
I hustle through my zone like Syracuse (Syracuse)
The work came laced like a pair of boots (Laced)
Get a gun that you’re prepared to use (Why?)
You find out if you gon' live when you pull it like a parachute (Bah)
I’m the one who had to stack all the scraps I was given (Scraps)
Who fought cases, different states, over raps I was living (Living)
I came home and I trapped my way back to a pigeon (Back)
Now there’s a bird on the table, happy Thanksgiving