Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump
I'm cancer to the Hamptons
20 million a wop, brand sac and mansions
Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in
Don't even trust uppity white folks
Keep the cannon tuck
Niggas trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up
Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much
I hustle for the thuggest
Well, now I hustle for the rust, like fuck it baby
I just love it
Chicks now say they like the way I thug it
Since my album dropped,my stock grows like I went public
Ladies I love ya
But I love my freedom more
I love my niggas, love to see them ball
I love Bean's and Bleek
Them niggas like my Peter and Paul
My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title.....
Do you believe, it's Hova the God
| 1 | Song Cry |
| 2 | Excuse Me Miss |
| 3 | 99 Problems |
| 4 | Bonnie & Clyde |
| 5 | Girls, Girls, Girls |
| 6 | Izzo (H.O.V.A.) |
| 7 | Dead Presidents II |
| 8 | Hey Papi |
| 9 | Guilty Until Proven Innocent |
| 10 | Feelin It |