Released: May 26, 2017

Featuring: Rick Ross Jaquae

Songwriter: Rick Ross Jaquae Papoose

Producer: Tie Stick

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Any nigga, any nigga been throwin' shade or hatin' in the last 3 years, fuck 'em
Yeah, we shittin' on you right now
We ain't givin' no passes, yeah, you pussy
Bang, ha, bang
Niggas still got the same car from my Trilla album, what?

[Verse 1: Papoose]
This summer, I'm only ridin' in convertibles, son
I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct
Quit yappin', you weakling
Packin' a mean grip
Automatic with 3 clips
You rap with no reason
Stacked with some mean chips
I spent a rack on a clean whip
I'll get it back when a key flip
Grams bagging, we saran wrapping' out in Manhattan
You don't have to believe it
Married the queen chick
She be keepin' her king lit
I be grabbin' her cleavage
Clappin' up leaches
When the ratchet unleashes
I blast 'em to pieces
Fast when I'm reachin'
Leave you paraplegic
We be on that Max B shit
Bout it bout it, Master P but you get defeated
We the mafia like the 3 6
The kingpin I have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathin'
No pacifier, I was passing fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers were seeded
Trappin' and eatin', got 'em back on the defence, I be havin' 'em speechless
Fly and flashy, got 'em aggy, said he's sending shots at me but I know he received it

[Chorus: Jaquae]
This time I ain't playing fair
I'ma take what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn
Nigga, it's about that time
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I said I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit, hey

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Met Pap in '96, fresh off the bus
Residue in my raps from holdin' dust
I didn't wanna in case I made her touch her toes
We touchin' money but really, who touch the most?
We on the corner with my slugs poppin' wheelies
We never run 'cause we know who run the city
She on the train just to let us run the train
Who do the body, I'ma give that boy a chain
Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck
20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest
[?] now they say that boy the best
Tell us what you know 'cause you don't get no respect
I pass it to Papoose out on a fast break
Her pussy can never be better than what's in my ashtray
Bang, biggest
Her pussy can never be better than what's in my ashtray

[Chorus: Jaquae]
This time I ain't playing fair
I'ma take what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn
Nigga, it's about that time
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I said I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit, hey

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ayo, Pap, remember when we met at the 5 villains photoshoot?
Like yo, ain't no 5 Philly villains, nigga
We the future of the rap game
Future of the culture
We the biggest
We shook hands then, homie
See it in my eyes then, nigga, let's go

Papoose

Shamele Mackie, or Papoose is a rapper from Brooklyn, New York. He is of Liberian and Native American descent. He was given his name by his grandma Vivian because of his childhood resemblance to a Native American child.

After an early record deal failed, he decided to produce and sell his own mixtapes, one of which he presented to DJ Kay Slay outside the offices of New York’s Hot 97 after the latter’s radio show there. This led to Kay Slay inviting Papoose onto the air, and, impressed by his rendition of “Alphabetical Slaughter”, signing him to his Streetsweepers Entertainment label. He continued to release mixtapes at a prolific rate – over a dozen between 2004 and 2006 – and won the Justo Mixtape Award for Best Underground Artist in 2005.