I'm a bad boy, rude boy, really unrulyRappers were praying that I didn't come backSat in my cell when I thought to myselfIf I came home with these bitches, run backMet the pagans, run backGo ask T when S tried bunThat Joe went cold and I'm bringing the sun backNiggas are dead, they ain't bringing their sun backCaught him a straight, trying to get him a burgerGot it, ended up getting a ying in his bellyMy Rambo stopped a couple times in my manHe couldn't move so they brought him a heliAll night in, I was killing the seamSame time I was putting pagans on a tellyOPPS, hold that steadyThey was never rolling like KellyFlows are crazy, how could you hate me?Man, * you, pay meMy songs are wavy, bad bitches rape meThe guns from Haiti, rusty one from 1980Man, * the pagans and * the hatersMan, where's your homie? Open the papersHe's floating away, man, see you laterThey said he's online, we changed his statusWe changed his bio, his friend left himWe made him cry homeNow I'm in a pen, it's not a bagI roll, the burner boys, they sing a shioKill, bed or *, a typoFat boy run, we gave him lipoKeep seeing their songs coming up on my TikTokThink that amp has turned me psychoMy price is higher than all of these rappers you knowDon't think I'll settle for lessCompare me to him, I'll stab at his chestInsert Boris, rip out his fleshEven in drums, no *, he's grippyHis arms miss P-Bart, leg on the stepsBougie, gal ain't bougie to meGal's skill at their pum-pum, over the techIt's been five years and my voice has changedOf course it has, are you dumb or dumb?If you don't like me, then suck your mumI'm SJ, you don't leave me gunsLook what we doing, it's illegalIndustry from jail, had bad guys shaking bumsHad him and his homies losing lungsWith a window shot, purchase with fundsGagMoraBeats