Bring on somethin' that they never seen And I be headin' out the 614 Can't let the fear wear you like a queen No bling bling, just a bottle full of gold T for low-key, new social know-it-thing Yeah, I really want the whole thing Got nothin' but a cold shoulder for old flame Mr. Keeper, no name, memory full of cocaine Young Winston, bring the beef into your bank You got the rockets, I got your pockets Always had the bag in my optic These bitches just wanna suck the cock They don't fly, niggas Get them acres, leave a plot for you to die, nigga Leave a plot for you to die, nigga These bitches just wanna suck the cock They don't fly, niggas I get the acres, leave a plot for you to die, nigga I get them acres, leave a plot for you to die, nigga My momma said, take a chain, son, dare take it I hit it with one of them stale faces I be damn, momma, they know who I am, momma I'm still your little boy, but to the momma, man, momma My momma said, take a chain, son, dare take it I hit it with one of them stale faces I be damn, momma, they know who I am, momma I'm still your little boy, but to the momma, man, momma In the short, moving speed, racer Thinking money, getting clean paper Tryna make sure my niggas ain't back on the papers I'm no gamer, you just a baiter Bitch, I'm plotting on the data Smoking on this al-Qaeda Mr. Marcus running ripper with a rager Stuck a midget with a side scraper I'll see you later, hater, you'll realize later Fertilizer out my enemies The long warrior like Ava Cemetery's little room The genocide neighbor, no Kate Crusader They wanna label the anti-savior Still walking with the Alpha and Omega Stubbing Dick and Diana like a pacer I'm just a product of my nature Walking in with the I.L.U. She text me, I.L.U. Can we put my outfit back in news? My momma said, take a chain, son, dare take it I hit it with one of them stale faces I be damn, momma, they know who I am, momma I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man, momma My momma said, take a chain, son, dare take it I hit it with one of them stale faces I be damn, momma, they know who I am, momma I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man, momma I be damn, momma, they know who I am, momma I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man, momma