The Greatest lyrics

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All hail king Bibby
Youngin from the block but do this sh*t for my city
I can't trust a soul so i keep the 9 wit me
Riding sober than a b*tch you know herb off wit me
And we work hard, can't take no time off
Can't turn my grind off, i think my mind lost
Im the best you know my rhymes cold
So n*gga talk sh*t gon let the 9 off
Get to bustin watch them n*ggas get to runnin
No limit in the place and they know we get it bustin
Young n*gga sh*t on my young n*gga sh*t
50 deep turnt up hella guns in this b*tch
Im feelin grown man polo sag on the Cole Haans
My whip foreign and i might just put 4's on
Im rockin purple label i know you ain't got those on
Get up in the booth and turn ape like gohan
Go hard till i pass out, Bibby i be swagged out
Yellow n*gga case i find a stain i brought the mask out
Dico brought the mag out, tina brought the cash out
Im yelling free CRACK the fiends thought i had a pass out
I smoke irine eyes blood red, no visine
Bibby go hard do it for my team
n*gga you a customer and ima give it to em gotta serve my fiends
Kush strong but never mind me, and if you need something gotta run it by me
President like joey i.e and i get in this b*tch wit no id
Im higher than a spaceship this that outta state sh*t
That 4 4 that long nose thats pippen
Ball hard blake griffin, that pour up im sippin
Pop a molly im trippin, got a bad b*tch she strippin
She giving free head cuz my name ranked cuz i sure ain't tippin
All this money im getting, i move weight no fitness
Im so ridiculous, no weatherman could predict this
See i told my wrist this , got me feeling so rocky
I get get my di*k licked, that foreign thing a stick shift
Savage squad don't have a broad my young n*ggas they wit it
I pull up my trunk loud on 28's im Ignant
We come through got guns too out the sun roof like i did it, uh
When i spit raps make em think 2Pac back i must be a descendant
Smoking loud no midget, f*ck a deal im chillin
b*tch i need 8 digits, period, put me in the game and im killin