Wind in my face, hound at my heels At the end I´m winning this race, only then can I chill But ´till then, don´t ever try to stagnate the magnate
When it´s money on the line, never make the bag wait I just add weight to the bag until the bag break That holy swag make the cash get the gas face In the first place, I got no mothafucking business coming in last place My birth place taught me not to stop I´m more advanced than my classmates I came into the game on a fast break And I´m gang gang like Billy Bathgate The protagonist, and I narrate in the same slang that Philly has I can´t stop If I don´t work then I won´t eat Time keeps running like a river, it don´t cease In the mind of a super nigga it´s no peace Can´t stop running like I´m ducking from police, stop
Cooley High, they tryin´ do me like Cochise The flow so obese, it´s springing a slow leak
I keep a crowd satisfied, bringing ´em cold heat I´m gratified, winning, bling bling and no gold teeth
Yo, stop, you know the cameras is gon´ see My hammers ain´t for brandishing if Canons is on me Please, you ain´t fucking with no amateurs, homie Philly ain´t known for cheesesteak sandwiches only, stop Yo, I´m at the top where it´s lonely I got everybody mean mugging like Nick Nolte But nah, I won´t stop, won´t drop, won´t retire I am my own supplier, selling goods to the buyer The torch to the eye of the storm that´s on fire
The native translator, each jawn I´m charting higher They requested my IG, I replied ´deny´ Tell me I´m in the top 3, they ain´t never lied Stopped through in that Peking-to-Paris with a ride The car´s 2 to 5, the doors suicide
Testin´ the GOAT´ll be your suicide No matter which corner of the globe you reside
215, dumb shit aside When it comes to the job getting done, what am I? The god of the microphone Praise the lord, anybody disagree with me, then raise your sword I´m Agent Orange, poisonous amazing poems And the band keeps raging on; listen to me, I won´tâ
Don´t stop, nope, I don´t quit Yo, I don´t stop, yo, I don´t quit