Step in the building, let them feel my presence
Pray to the Lord when I say they gon' get it
Soldier 4-4, dope boy from the trenches
Someone called death, suicide with a message
Don't say *, make that ass learn a lesson
* you should know since the days of adolescence
That's what the problem is, worried about designer *
Talk all you want, I can tell you what kind of fit
Props off the props that I got
I'm Phoenix, middle fingers to the cops
I can stop for no reason
Look, I don't never wanna fall back
If I do, pray the Lord gon' solve that
More money, more respect, need all that
Power moves in the making, it's a process
Making progress in the game, you got nonsense
I don't really like to flunk, but I'm on it
Talking about this and that
I just wanna smoke grams
Talking about this and that
But you ain't talking no facts
Talking about this and that
But you ain't talking no bands
I just wanna stack racks, yeah
Bands, bands
Talking about this and that
I just wanna smoke grams
Talking about this and that
But you ain't talking no facts
Talking about this and that
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.