The world that we live in is more than crazy
I won't let them take me
How can I fool if I'm more than wavy
They through the book, I won't let them break me
I had a free tube, bro, had a baby
I was with D2, don't need a navy
I had a whack, no switch or a laser
The vibe went dead, could we turn on the air?
Liking me lemons, I caught me a weapon
I stepped out, counterattacking in seconds
Bro went G for the G, why?
The judge said he'll get a third off his sentence
Church on a Sunday, praying for repentance
Paying for mansions, life extensions
Them and I praying for pendants
Backers, I'm still praying I don't lose numbers
I'm madder than mad, don't provoke me
One got chin, one got bun
They took double L's on the one from Stokey
I need a bougie, bitch, that's low-key
I see the pagans wearing rollies
Must be a Stoli
Niners, dead then, got no defenders
We keep on scoring, they need a goalie
Bitch, this had a three-inch knife
Jack it, I'll push it in, that's a three-inch slice
Couldn't sleep at night
Could've forced it, my head saying
Is I can't wait till I see this
Picture me when I bleach my knife
Picture me when I step to the crease, it's life
All the days in the cell could've beat this fight
And the scoreboards often need equal rights
Man, flower the ride with a blick
Don't trip when I'm cool, don't split
Man's wig on the wing, man, fist and kick
Are you having a laugh?
Got razor blades in the neck
Man, swing that *
I ended up hitting a chick
Got bail officers in kitchen, I relocate
Now I'm on a block who pissed
How I'm looking at extra pay
D2 with his flicks like Kevin DeVoy
Now I don't let the music get you confused
I don't smoke, pop pills or drink
Just know something died if I'm taking a tooth
Like, I understand that we're misunderstood
But even the Mets still know what we do
I told so many girls that I love them
I got the meaning, misconstrued
I got fat pussy gal on her iPhone screen
Tryna throw up their legs in the air
Never knew *** toys can make gal scream
I made her squirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling car hire, nobody air
Goes hot spot, me verified in the streets
I made her leave the pool, don't beg
Got fat pussy gal on my iPhone screen
Tryna throw up their legs in the air
Never knew *** toys can make gal scream
I made her squirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling car hire, nobody air
Goes hot spot, me verified in the streets
I made her leave the pool, don't beg
Yo, what's the verbal then?
Tell me who flags purple then?
Cousins are cool, my brother's my brother
But * with the rest of my milk
Damn, how many I chink?
More than ten
If you ain't got five, you ain't rolling then
Bitches are cold, love lining stings
Why you think little Nas love burgle men?
I text Ram like, yo, what's the word?
He left me on red, so I know what that meant
And don't step with the dots, cause I'm still * off
What happened with this gang?
I got touched, why is he so red?
Don't afford to do two, so I love him to death
He must have thought he was copping some ice
Necklace done, he got ball in his neck
If you talk your * and you're talking *
It don't make no sense, get the * out of the booth
We are the industry on lock
We're 43 King SJ in the zoo
Our first mixtape made more than a mil
So now I'm trying to make it two
I heard that I fell off, my voice has changed
S.Y.M., I respect my tunes
Your girl told Ram you got PTSD
He ain't not like me
I got stabbed and he turned me insane
He got stabbed and he jumped off the street
She showed me her cooch when it's covered in cream
I might book her a V
She hates that I keep going job
But it is what it is, it's the life that I lead
Free band, okay
It's not Kumbaya when the hunting sings
I'm swinging my cutter and cutting up skin on her wing
Got my cutter, I double my ching
I ain't swinging on lover, I govern my ting
Met them cut, met them run with the wind
Met them cut, met them run with the wind
Bet the kun cap chop cars faster than him
I got fat pussy gal on her iPhone stream
So now throw up their legs in the air
Never lose *** toys, can't make gal scream
I make that skirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling carbine over air
Got arts about me, verified in the streets
I made a leaderboard, I'm fair
Got fat pussy gal on my iPhone stream
So now throw up their legs in the air
Never lose *** toys, can't make gal scream
I make that skirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling carbine over air, gon' ask about me, verified in the streets
I'm in the lead up, boo, don't fail