I don't * with none of y'all cause you people too crayYour routine never changes, the same pattern of betrayKeeping up with them dramas, but I'm too grown up for your child's playNow my yama's finna be out cause my buddha's on vacayYou motherfuckers fake, I'm born to flyYou motherfuckers fake, I'm born to flySabu fu chai ho crew, * you and you and you tooHigh power and come through, be for spending pay to doI don't wanna coke, they won't let me talk talkThey man, she don't coke, they don't do no danceThoroughly got the best, she don't bully, she don't bullyCan't some knives and horsey, I thought that I was sickBut I thought it got you, needed a beef, so I keepin' it gangstaHurrykin' a bitch, won't lie, hot damnCan't you down with the lame gang that you play soHey, I've been a mutter, you're all be feelin' like it's your dude's tasteSo say, what's your thing?Left the west, get these, make that lethalInject the injections, straight to your waist, to your heartConveys, low-key *, that I'll play, y'allBy the way, just wait for the second number, *** a churroWait for my two-key, please, screw you, I hit a doucheyI ain't got no time for no drama, cause I'm fit to up the streetI'm a killer with the wet type, the food is to be killed with the heavyMade alone, thinkin' bout a stick, nahKeep shittin' with the mouth full of leavey, never ask cashDumb asses, listen to my Hebrew, I'll passYou ponies seem so hot, I'm mighty, he they was taughtI'm still about to blow class, I'll passYou motherfuckers can't make anything in life, but a bitchAnd I know Jeffy, the motherfuckin' killer boyIf I do the *, I'ma do it in the vibeI'ma do it in this power, bitchYou motherfuckers fake, I'm bona fideYou motherfuckers fake, I'm bona fideSo boo-foo to your whole crew* you and you and you tooHop out and come throughB for spending, pay to doEasy, zip-zap, energy healing, talk to you peopleAll my elite brandin', assassinate you peopleAll localites are yellin', but you people are too feebleYou motherfuckers can't make anything in life, but a bitchYou people wanna be gangsters that I don't rememberHold up, cause I level up, no elevator, cause I'm levitatingYou ain't fascinating, they're vested in my clippin' on meAnd I finna be ropin' this *'s moon like I'll beSweet-pickin' your footy, motherfuckers too weakIt's a poor heart, I'll stop with aAnd these footy motherfuckers dyin' to the finishHe shot us through doors, who made my lifeLet me make up to myself, will get myself like a TDon't be humble, don't be melanin, kept us puttin' outSo there's no chemistry, that's the artistBut the rest of me risin' up, the heatAnd ten to the three, so what's next for me, kitty?And I run it up like a murdererNeed like a soul, live in the lit, put that in my mouthHope cocktail flows, pinoculars, the palm movesOnly like I'm a directorPeople flow, pin the tonic, manGunty flow, tap in the basic, manChopper sound, so mumble, manWith them rams, that's too simple, manPeople be rappin' legit, I don't fee for profit than you doPeople be droppin' legit, generated verses in more cases than you doAnd people be hoppin' and shoppin', and they always outdo youAnd people who be hatin' on me, I do me, and you do you, bitch