Woah
Shhh,
shhh, shhh, shhh,
shhh, shhh, hey
Make room on my plate
I just sent my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talking about popping,
I promise I'm feeling the way
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried them deep and they still in the way
I know some little n****s got baptized
Trap guys, they can't put the drill in the way
Had to park Wednesdays with the sad vibe
Why I lose my brother to bullets?
Why I lose my grandma to cancer?
Why me, God, I need answers?
Why I young n***a straight out Atlanta?
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us?
Why I keep getting all of these chances?
Why me, God, I need answers Speak your mind and you might get counseled
Pinky ring and it cost me a phantom Wet the witness,
the evidence tamper Dirty money, the safe is the hamper You're my p***y,
you're a star and I stamped her
P-E-Jordan 3,
this a sampler I don't wanna do it,
but I gotta do it
Gotta kill your n***a if it's me or you He got fire,
I got fire, the light of fluid
Gotta wave from the head and say hallelujah Be crazy,
this s*** be the closest to you
It's okay, cause they know that I come to do it Hold your V.O.
for Virgil with exclusive Louis
I hear the U.N.
gets hittin' and glistenin' the movies
If you smokin' the dough,
then I'm tendin' to it
Watch when I step,
Mary, come my belt Angel on my shoulder,
but the devil on her
left I got a mill,
not a mill from a shelf
I do it alone,
I own myself Stay home for you, don't get left
Playin' dirty, hip below my belt I'ma get the bad dude to show myself
You thinkin' I had to show myself?
Make room on my plate I just sent my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate We talkin' bout poppin'
I promise I'm feelin' the way I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried them deep and they still in the way I filled up the crib with cars,
the halls With art and all,
I'm still havin' space That a particular taste,
we can eat it,
I guess But I'm still steppin' my face She got a natural rap like a natural
Do like the blunt,
she don't like the lace I was outside of the building,
I'm on in the
spot When it be there,
you gotta have faith
I'm in a magnetized state Ever since we lost Boyd
Ain't really much more I can take I pop a tune when it's late
Mama told me to pray I do that cause you know I can play
We * a fella for real we got rods in the back
But you know we ain't coming to play
You be up playing the states I be up playing abroad with broads and mates
Make room on my plate I just sent my grace
And then I, ay, got a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate We talking about popping
I promise I'm feeling the way I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried them deep and they still in the way