Cuz I'm Drunk

Mad Bars

Hands Up

Certified

My Cloud (Feat. Smokahontas)

Goin' Down

Ready To Go (Feat. Googie GoHard)

No Regrets

What Good Am I

KING VON - TOOK HER TO THE O - Solarsystem Mix

I’m on Bizniz, don’t confuse it, ninja this ain’t recess,
yo bitch on my line tryna sneak-text,
I’m cold with it, old with it, still leave a G vexed,
cuz every time I pull up, it’s big smoke and reflex.
Ninjas talk tough but they ain’t never been in deep threats,
I been stacking Lotto tickets off the beats I reset.
Five-three-oh bred, whole city yelling keep reppin,
I’m a west coast menace, yeah the type your team sweats.

I don’t chase fame, fame chase me like a stalker,
money stretch long like my name Vince Carter.
Bitch try to talk slick, told her save it for your father,
I’m married to the grind and the streets my altar.
Pull up in a whip that look like it need counseling,
bass hit hard make the block start bouncing.
Talking out ya mouth get ya whole clique trounced in,
pimp hand heavy, leave a hater unannounced then.

Hook
"I'm on Bizniz you can come and test,
run a train on a hoe don't stress,
and I'm gonna say no less,
rub it in ya chest"


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Verse 2

I’m the wrong ninja to play with, trust me I mean it,
I be plotting on a bag while you plotting on a remix.
SOM stamped, whole movement like a phoenix,
every bar hit raw like the coke outta Zenith.
Pocket full of cash looking pregnant, no fetus,
got a freak on the mattress yelling “hit it like you mean it.”
She begging for the stroke, I deliver like a free gift,
then I vanish like a ghost, leave her blocked on the weekend.

Ninjas love talking but they never get active,
swear they doing dirt but they cleaner than a Baptist.
Me? I get it cracking like a fully-loaded ratchet,
put a bitch on the stroll if she sniff around my taxes.
Big Bizniz, big plays, ninja I’m the captain,
role model? hell nah I ain’t nobody’s fashion.
I’m the one they study when they tryna learn the passion,
my lifestyle a movie but I cut out all the acting.

Hook
"I'm on Bizniz you can come and test,
run a train on a hoe don't stress,
and I'm gonna say no less,
rub it in ya chest"


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Verse 3

Certified menace, I’m the one they can’t stomach,
money running toward me like the shit owe me something.
Gas in my lungs got me walking like I’m buzzing,
and your bitch tryna hang cuz my name keep buzzing.
I don’t babysit hoes, I just pass em to my cousins,
if she talk too much, tell her shut it like a muzzle.
Ninjas claiming they the truth but they softer than a cuddle,
try to press Bizniz and you landing in a puddle.

I been heavy on the grind, heavy metal in the jeans,
SOM the label, we the west coast kings.
Keep fucking with my name, imma show you what it means,
cuz I’m built for the smoke like it's part of my routine.
Whole squad hungry, but I eat like a beast,
and I never lose sleep over losers or beef.
Only thing that I chase is a check then repeat,
and I’m stamping on they necks till they kissing concrete.

Hook
"I'm on Bizniz you can come and test,
run a train on a hoe don't stress,
and I'm gonna say no less,
rub it in ya chest"



Rub It In Ya Chest

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