The Diplomats
Un Kasa
{Killa, what's really good, my n***a? Un Casa what's really good
What's really good flee, yo, what's really good?
I got ta get on this album, I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good, I mean, I mean the album is done, I mean}
{You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's really good, I mean, you good you know
But naw, but what's really good, I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there, it's fire}
{What's really good? I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man, what you mean?
I can't, I mean, I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do?}
{Naw, call that n***a Dame
Tell him, it's another joint, man, what's really good?
Dame, what's really good man?
Call him right now, what's really good, what's really good?}
{You know what, I'ma put the beat up
'Cause you did sign yesterday, I'ma put you on
Before we even get the album started
It better be fire, I mean what's really good?}
{What's really good? You know I got that piff
What's really, really, really, really, really good?
Ayo, Guru put something up matta fact
What's really good? Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up}
Dipset, Taliban, bitch, Killa, Casa
I'm in here, man, Diplomats, Jim Jones, Santana, Freekey
It's a shame, how I rap so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun Un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch in the drop, blowin' pop wit Santana
The hawk on me's, not from Atlanta
It's just the father to the Glocks in the hamper
Look in the rear view, the cops in the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
An' leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
An' go down south and rock wit them bamas
An' come back in the Porsche, color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats, piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop, rims do the Macarena
This is Taliban, Dipset, Rocafella
It ain't nuthin' for Two-Gun ta pop a fella
Killa signed me now, I got the mozzarella
I promised Hell Rell, Un Cas gon' rock forever
{What's really good Flee, what's really good?
Aight, Flee, I mean that, that, that's what's really good?
I can't front, well what's really good, can I finish?
I mean, I mean, what's really good, hold up Two-Gun?}
{I'ma let you finish, I mean, what's really, really good now?
What's really good, I mean what's really good, what's really good?
I mean you did your thing, I'm wit you, what's really good
Let's finish up, let's right what's really good}
Yo, I'm livin' in tha Equinox, n***as eat wit Glocks
Enough steel it'll cease the block, add yeast to increase the rock
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
Watch my pockets increase ta knots
Play the low, so I speak ta cops
Walk the beat in my bop an' my beef and brocs
Ice in my piece an watch, too many n***as that can reach the top
Or speak this hot, peep this pop, I leave you not
I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
An' teens'll flock, seen my spot an seen my props
Red when you seen the cops
Got your wife suckin' semen, cock
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conquer
White Ice cinnamon Parker, Al Qaeda's most vividest author
Hundered thou just ta glitter the charm up
45th sides prettiest monster
The truck look like the city of Tonka
Dame here ta say this n***a is bonkers
Whoa, far as tha flow, I'm the realest n***a spittin' it
N***as talk hustle game but I'm really gettin' it
Anything I want an' need, n***a, I'm gettin' it
745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it
The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin' in
I ain't Diddy, y'all, but I'm strictly for the Benjamins
I'm tha boss I ain't dealin' wit you middle men
'Bout ta cop a Yukon, white made in cinnamon
{N***as get ya'll fuckin' car game up
Diplomats, that's what's really fuckin' good}