1993 GQ Covershoot lyrics

n*ggas know me as a comfortable cost (Boss)
Opened yo’ mouth, now you fumbling cards (Fumbling cards)
Plug brought in some mechanic off of Instagram (Hahaha)
The n*ggas I knew was really manic and switching hands (Switching hands)
[?] chalice, impeccable outfits (Goddamn)
Had to hustle to make bread, compound it (My n*gga)
Wearing Ferragamo, you in ya’ aunt’s clothes (Get this n*gga out)
Got a few ounces, n*gga I bought those (Bought that sh*t)
Things are wylin letting the .40 ring (.40 ring)
f*ck these crackers talking about, I was born the king
f*ck equality, n*gga, I need some equity (I need some equity)
You messed ya’ bag up over a little jealousy
Smoking Do-Si-Dos, posing for Vogue (Posing for Vogue)
No boundaries, my n*gga, I’vе broken the code (Brokеn the code)
They was hating, had hopes that I would fold (I would f*ckin’ fold)
I stayed patient, dope in my pot of cold (In my pot of gold)
n*ggas hating, had hopes that I would fold
I’m in the cut moving like a [?]
Make some widows, won’t find me near those (Won’t find me near those)
I need a crib built like the Schindler house (Like the Schindler house)
My n*gga still splittin’ wigs and peeling out (f*cking peeling out)
Battle my demons, then I rose above (I rose above)
My future blooming like a rose bud (Like a rose bud)
TLC with the sh*t, we ain't no scrubs (We ain’t no scrubs)
3 LPs in the clips, I roll up (f*ckin’ roll up)
Black Audis hustling, twisting musty
Like my new sh*t, y’all n*ggas dusty
You n*ggas f*cking sound like boiled chicken (Get some seasoning)
This sh*t technical but the toil missin’ (But the toil missin’)