Imperialism

[Verse 1: Niqle] Lord knows what I'm bout to do I'm bout to put those Forgiato's on that Beamer Coupe I got my Teflon vest and now I feel invincible Gotta still protect my neck cause I ain't got no roof Police just kicked in the door After I sold a brick They heard a nigga got more spots than a doberman And I remember selling dope till it was over with When I ran out of crack cocaine I sold deodorant See I'm going to get this fucking money by any means I got these fucking quarter pounder's like Mickey D's My only claim of the thing is I serve the feins 32 around my waist like those skinny jeans I'll let it breathe on you bitches niggas that still be hating Because I ride on three-piece rims, they still on Dayton's To keep it real ...I don't know, I'm kind of still debating If I should wash money in rap or do some real estate-ing [Hook: Niqle] Would like to give a special thank you for who made me famous And want to give a special fuck you to them fucking haters....HA I know you waiting on me just to fall These niggas left me in these streets they thought that I would starve.....HA Me and Satan had some conversations I'm gone send your ass to hell Now you got reservations...HA You sold your soul for materialism C.O.B taking over this imperialism HA [Verse 2: Niqle] That new Bugatti cost a million dollars So tell illuminati I'm going need a billion dollars My bitch mastered given brain like she done went to college She stuff that don't inside her pussy when we hit the projects I told the kids stay in school don't take for granted I played my fucking calls right to them I'm fucking Gambit I want to be like Niqle Nut because he keep his cannon That nigga diamonds clear blue, same colors Captain Planet I beg to differ but I never ever begged those bitches Momma Jehovah witness so I never had a Christmas The only thing I had close was a ghetto vision My father told me skies the limit if you keep on living I got my back against the wall, I get it in After my moved right out the hood I gotta a Benz I thank God every day cuz I seen many men Lose their life between the 405 and 710 haaa [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] Poppin since I came in the door, got me a record deal Then I put half of that shit in my niggas that's slangin' the blow Double my hustle I'm making fasho' Stuff A380 for popping these suckers Fucking these hoes not rocking no rubbers Wanted to be like my uncles and cousins Thought that my brother was rocket on colors All I wanted to do was get that paper, fuck what a pig say Whipping around in the Benz, aye, ballin' until my chin gray Hundred thousand a month on rent I be moonwalkin' all across the mothafuckin' floor Pray to god when I go that a nigga die just like MJ That's balling it out (COB!!!) Bitches on in the house (COB!!!) Dick is all in her mouth (COB!!!) Pop bottles while y'all in a drought It's Niqle and Crook We taking over you niggas is shook Grill in my mouth to give it the look Here come the hook [Hook]