Richest in the City lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck man, n*ggas know they don't f*ck with me
They can talk all that sh*t they want to, huh (Yeah)
I’m good, I'm good
n*gga ain't even got within two feet with a knife, n*gga
You can’t be serious, n*gga ain't even tried to

[Verse]
Don't try and hide, boy, 'cause we'll catch you
'Bout to drop album of the year and that ain't even pressure
That ain't effort (This sh*t is easy)
Don’t make me DMX you (Huh?)
And see you with my dawg at war, ’cause he'll stretch you (Where my dawg at?)
Puttin’ holes all in your body, you gon' see a stretcher
I need a milli' out the deal and I ain't seein’ lesser
I need check cut, my b*tch look like Aaliyah in the Tesla
Might take her to freeze her neck up, uh
Flyest n*gga in the room, I'm used to being fresher
Doors up on the 'Ghini, she think I'm being extra
Leaving the spot to back up, I go and see Vanessa
I call my n*gga Pack to cook it when I need it cheffed up (Hold me down, bro)
Two thousand for my pair of shoes (Huh?)
n*ggas couldn't walk a mile tryna wear my shoes (Can't)
I'm the big dawg, I'm compared to who?
And I'm the richest n*gga in the club and I ain't wear my jewels
But the b*tches still stare and choose
Born to win but I'm prepared to lose
'Cause if this rap sh*t don't work then I'ma air my tool
They checkin' my release dates, I got 'em scared to move
I see 'em plottin', they wanna know when Machine droppin'
I thought of this sh*t on the spot, I ain't even jot this
I put the profit in McQueen boxes
Forty pointers in everybody on the team watches
It's motion picture sh*t, please watch us
I'm probably somewhere in the presidential suite with your queen topless, n*gga
Album dropping, watch the Machine rock sh*t, n*gga
Yeah
[Chorus]
All my b*tches bad and they got a bag too
Got these pus*y n*ggas mad too
Now they wanna hate on me, n*gga
Now they wanna hate on me, n*gga
She know when she f*ckin' on a n*gga that's rich
I got the whole city lit, I'm 'bout to drop my sh*t
And I got the world waitin' on me, n*gga
Got your girl waitin' on me, n*gga, ah, ah, ah

[Outro]
f*ck out of here, man
n*ggas know y'all f*ckin' with it, bigger than rap, b*tch
You know what's up, n*gga
I told y'all n*ggas, smash and scrape all motherf*ckin' summer, n*gga
f*ck out of here
And that album coming, n*gga
Locking this sh*t down, n*gga
Straight up, Griselda Records, n*gga
Shady Records, n*gga, yeah
I see what you n*ggas doin'
I'm flattered
Haha, nah for real, I'm flattered
These n*ggas tryna find a new me
They tryna find the next me
I made this sh*t cool again, n*gga, you know what I mean?
I made this grimy sh*t cool again, n*gga
I made this sh*t a thing
Now these motherf*ckin' record labels
These motherf*ckin' crackers tryna find the next Machine, n*gga
These n*ggas combin' through the motherf*ckin' hoods and the inner cities and the ghettos
Lookin' for somethin' special, n*gga
But it's only one Machine, n*gga, facts
Now, you got issues with the industry, what's going down with the industry, dawg?
Industry is full of a bunch of di*k sucking, di*k riding, bending over the desk ass n*ggas, straight up like that
Whoever don't like it, bring it, n*gga, bring it, I don't give a f*ck
Bring it, bring it, b*tch
I had to punch one n*gga in his face up there, and then after that, I was like, "I'm not going to the office no more"
Is that how it went down?
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm, you know, I'm a grown ass motherf*ckin' man and I ain't got time to be playin' no kid games, man
So once I say I'm not dealing with a man and he disrespects me, I'ma break his f*cking jaw