How so? Lyrics

Im walking down the street, headphones on, B.I.G

On repeat, far from defeat

I stop, sit, and change the beat

Then write some lyrics that you cant compete with

They call me kid, snitch, far from rich

(SHUT UP Bitch)

Yall beat old people and then call me clown?

See, real gangstas dont BLAU BLAU BLAU

With no reason, and we dont hang with people of sweden and we always hate the policemen

Im gangsta!

*How so, how so, how so?*

*you dont wear no sweater, and my drip is bettah*

That doesnt matter, my Pockets fatter

Yeah im gangsta

*How so, how so, how so, how so?*

I do what i want

I rob while you eat croissant

You take someones lyrics, changes the font

And now its yours?

What the fuck

You aint no rapper

Is you actor or capper, i need answer bitch

Or you rather fuck with me and get cancer

Die faster, im the young Master and definetly gangsta

*How so, how so, how so?*

*You aint got no 44 and your money little*

Im criminal, J.O.U.S.E.R, the original

Im really sorry if i dont make it visible

My crimes so invisible that its almost a miracle

I beat you and destroy you, with one syllable

Thats unthinkable until I do it

That Bitch snitch till i shoot him

Someone cool me down, i make all young rappers feel like clown, i got the crown, you want it? Come get it from my town.

*How so, how so, how so? *

*How you is the thing, how you is the king*

Cuz of the war i bring, cuz my Pockets say "ching ching" im King, from here to Peking, and i pretty much enjoy killing and kicking ass

Fast thinking, clock is ticking

Why we risking it all?

For money picking

*How so, how so, how so?*. F you and die slow

*How so, how so, how so?* F you and die slow

EVERYBODY KNOW THIS Aint NO DEATHROW

BUT STILL WE BURNING MF WITH OUR HEAT

SO GRAB A SEAT, CLOSE FROM THE STREETS AND WATCH US CUSS TILL WE ON TOP OF THIS DISCUSS