Okay,
look where I'm at now with the rap now looking back now
niggas blessed sleeping on mats down in the trap house
My time's now yours not
Lotta dance beats, lotta short stops
Lotta niggas buying streams,
niggas not listening
On God,
sure not,
niggas tried to say that I would burnt out
Counted out,
said it wouldn't work out Now your hoe getting flip-turned out
* on ice,
tell me how it works out I'm the one,
* it,
in it too
I'ma * get reprimandable She wanna * it too
Like 19 times,
a hell I can't eat the animal And she gon' stand next to Dre
Regardless,
twin,
I call him a Hannibal Real Atlanta,
post up at the running shoot
Real Atlanta,
we already running shoot From the ghetto,
came in with a hunnid dudes
And when I make it,
I got about a hunnid coupes What you
know about that ball in the bread
Trying to scape off the mold,
we ain't packing no Lunchables
Hop,
hop,
hop,
it look like a light show Straight up,
potter,
this rapping don't work,
bro
I got * for the killers and drug
dealers I got * for the bitches
And white folks,
you on stage With all of your pussy-ass friends
No bad boy,
it look like a dyke show I'm the rapper,
I'm shaking hands and kissing babies
But none of my niggas don't like,
bro I'm on tour and I'm talking to fans
They don't know that I'm clutching a Glock and a rifle
Imagine I snuck that bitch across the Canada border,
oh my God
Okay,
you ain't the only one doing this * My nigga,
we doing this *
Hang out with nothing but niggas who really ain't winning
Forget that we losing this * Trying
to sneak all of my niggas inside of
the Grammys I know they gon' ruin this *
I'm from the South,
I like bitches who shaking they ass Me smashing the truie and *
Come to this show and you losing that bitch You
probably ain't know what to do with this bitch
You ain't the only one screwing that bitch My nigga,
we screwing that bitch