Lyrics
We make it, y'all ain't ready!
Yeah!
I gave y'all well enough time to get fat, man
See, I didn't think I was coming back
I gave y'all bastards time to eat, man
Yeah, I think I was back again
I must thank my father, man
He must have been a saint, shorty
South on the loose, kill it
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
Yeah, yeah
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
No excuses, man, no excuses
Yeah, yeah, yo
Yo, my OG once told me you get it how you live
If you don't get it in this lifetime, you get it by your kids
If you don't get it by your kids, you gon' get it by your grandchild
I put in work, the main reason why I can't smile
I sold records, did time, drove reckless, lived crime
No necklace, still shine, haha, yeah
If they talking 'bout somebody shot him (That's me!)
The 4-11 on the block the best product (That's me!)
Who can take it to the top from the bottom?
This year, I'm the motherfucking problem
I'm the problem, nigga, it's me)
I hand out beatdowns, I smoke by the jar
So you can feel how I feel, just murder by the bar
By the song, you can tell who I am, who we are
Militia, known to bother we feds like a spa
I might ride around with the Tommy in the car
A Teflon vest on, feeling like a star
The heaters get best warm, aim up the bar
Say my name, I plan to leave the game with a scar, yeah
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
So fresh and so clean, man
I'll touch y'all, I'm coming, man
Yeah, yo
I got that New York Diddy bopping, rose gold fifty rocks
And a chain in the game that's so cold like when winter's popping
Them hungry goons roll at night, they dinner shopping
Don't get caught where it's some shit you have no business rocking
I'm from the land of the scramblers, the corner standers, the gamblers
Ninety-six buildings, six blocks too big for cameras
They say I'm psycho, my brain is half-baked
'Cause all I think is fill my mind, stay on that trap check
The fancy's in the safe, the mansion's on the lake
And the crib, I rock a chrome chrome hammer in the waist
Say my name clear, I move like a boss
I'm destined for all the covers, rolling stone to the source
I'm the five mic hitter, the highlight like MJ
I ball, money stacks as tall as Dikembe
And I'm still repping half of CNN
To the death, to the grave, skies above, I eat the pain
Yo, what, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
So fresh and so clean, man
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
QB, I got this, baby
The rebel is here now
Yeah, yo, my name ring from New York State to ghettos 'cross America
Down to San Juan, they feel a thug, y la bella, what?
Face told me, "Boy, your voice is cold
Keep spitting and any minute, you gon' freeze the globe"
I remember I came home, Diddy showed me love
At the B.I.G. bank with dinner and braced with a thug
Told me, "Watch for the snakes, they got hate in they blood
It's your turn now, nigga, stand and deliver," what?
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
Yeah, take it to the top, baby, yeah
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
I told you I got this, man
It's in my hands now, let my name be known
Say it with grace, gangsters, here we go
Yeah, it's time for a new leader
It's time to wipe the dirt up off of my nails, man
I walk the streets with grace, baby
QB, New York, all on me
Yeah!
I gave y'all well enough time to get fat, man
See, I didn't think I was coming back
I gave y'all bastards time to eat, man
Yeah, I think I was back again
I must thank my father, man
He must have been a saint, shorty
South on the loose, kill it
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
Yeah, yeah
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
No excuses, man, no excuses
Yeah, yeah, yo
Yo, my OG once told me you get it how you live
If you don't get it in this lifetime, you get it by your kids
If you don't get it by your kids, you gon' get it by your grandchild
I put in work, the main reason why I can't smile
I sold records, did time, drove reckless, lived crime
No necklace, still shine, haha, yeah
If they talking 'bout somebody shot him (That's me!)
The 4-11 on the block the best product (That's me!)
Who can take it to the top from the bottom?
This year, I'm the motherfucking problem
I'm the problem, nigga, it's me)
I hand out beatdowns, I smoke by the jar
So you can feel how I feel, just murder by the bar
By the song, you can tell who I am, who we are
Militia, known to bother we feds like a spa
I might ride around with the Tommy in the car
A Teflon vest on, feeling like a star
The heaters get best warm, aim up the bar
Say my name, I plan to leave the game with a scar, yeah
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
So fresh and so clean, man
I'll touch y'all, I'm coming, man
Yeah, yo
I got that New York Diddy bopping, rose gold fifty rocks
And a chain in the game that's so cold like when winter's popping
Them hungry goons roll at night, they dinner shopping
Don't get caught where it's some shit you have no business rocking
I'm from the land of the scramblers, the corner standers, the gamblers
Ninety-six buildings, six blocks too big for cameras
They say I'm psycho, my brain is half-baked
'Cause all I think is fill my mind, stay on that trap check
The fancy's in the safe, the mansion's on the lake
And the crib, I rock a chrome chrome hammer in the waist
Say my name clear, I move like a boss
I'm destined for all the covers, rolling stone to the source
I'm the five mic hitter, the highlight like MJ
I ball, money stacks as tall as Dikembe
And I'm still repping half of CNN
To the death, to the grave, skies above, I eat the pain
Yo, what, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
So fresh and so clean, man
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
QB, I got this, baby
The rebel is here now
Yeah, yo, my name ring from New York State to ghettos 'cross America
Down to San Juan, they feel a thug, y la bella, what?
Face told me, "Boy, your voice is cold
Keep spitting and any minute, you gon' freeze the globe"
I remember I came home, Diddy showed me love
At the B.I.G. bank with dinner and braced with a thug
Told me, "Watch for the snakes, they got hate in they blood
It's your turn now, nigga, stand and deliver," what?
What, what, what, what, what's my motherfucking name?
Yeah, take it to the top, baby, yeah
To the left say, to the right say
To the front say, to the back say
I told you I got this, man
It's in my hands now, let my name be known
Say it with grace, gangsters, here we go
Yeah, it's time for a new leader
It's time to wipe the dirt up off of my nails, man
I walk the streets with grace, baby
QB, New York, all on me