Inkredible Remix - Jadakiss, Trae Tha Truth, Rick Ross

JADAKISS, RICK ROSS AND TRAE THA TRUTH

Tray I see you, Rosay

You know what it is

(Maybach Music)

My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix

Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget

Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket

I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas

Hard times, call for drastic measures

I call my dawg, he bought a Mac eleven

Forty rounds hollerin' «where the?

at»

Nigga dead serious choppa with a shoulder strap

Microphone Micheal Corleone I know I’m wrong

The man up above love for me to sing them poems

So sing along, you know the song I sing

Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team

It’s Rosay, I need a hundred bottles

Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow

H town, nigga three o five

I can move them packs, each and every night

Triple black Panamera, Phantom of the streets

Quarterbackin' these bricks on top of these glass cleats

All these stones from my neck and wrist part of the streets

I’m in the hood under surveillance, buncha haters watchin'

Couple choppas out for dinner failin' ain’t an option

Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings

Competition is murder, haters I’m killing

Fuck a money machine, I don’t count it I blow it

Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I trow it

I’m a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless

I’m the city of Houston, you can tell I miss Texas

The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas

Behind something that’s tinted, bitch you see the gorillas

These other niggas?

And when I seem 'em let’s fuck 'em minus the penetration

I’m gettin' situation, I know you bitches hate it

I’m in the new Aston, the one Swiss created

Can’t give you a dime, but I can get you faded

Before you become a member, you get initiated

A lot of racks, big ice heavy weapon

The hood still love me cuz I never left 'em

I distributed, yeah, I get rid of it

It’s all coming back, every bit of it

I’m territorial, it’s your memorial

And don’t feel bad, I’m talkin' to all of you

This is real shit, and that’s nonsense

I got AK’s, I got Thompson’s

I got investors, I get sponsors

They scared of the crew, I’m wit monsters

And ain’t nothin' for sure but we touchin' the raw

And they gotta let us in or we rushin' the door