WoahShhh,shhh, shhh, shhh,shhh, shhh, heyMake room on my plateI just sent my grace and then I ateGot a particular tasteI just stuffed my pockets in my faceOkay, let's have a debateWe talking about popping,I promise I'm feeling the wayI took the bodies up out of my closetI buried them deep and they still in the wayI know some little n****s got baptizedTrap guys, they can't put the drill in the wayHad to park Wednesdays with the sad vibeWhy 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 counseledPinky 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 herP-E-Jordan 3,this a sampler I don't wanna do it,but I gotta do itGotta kill your n***a if it's me or you He got fire,I got fire, the light of fluidGotta wave from the head and say hallelujah Be crazy,this s*** be the closest to youIt's okay, cause they know that I come to do it Hold your V.O.for Virgil with exclusive LouisI hear the U.N.gets hittin' and glistenin' the moviesIf you smokin' the dough,then I'm tendin' to itWatch when I step,Mary, come my belt Angel on my shoulder,but the devil on herleft I got a mill,not a mill from a shelfI do it alone,I own myself Stay home for you, don't get leftPlayin' dirty, hip below my belt I'ma get the bad dude to show myselfYou thinkin' I had to show myself?Make room on my plate I just sent my grace and then I ateGot a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets in my faceOkay, let's have a debate We talkin' bout poppin'I promise I'm feelin' the way I took the bodies up out of my closetI 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 naturalDo like the blunt,she don't like the lace I was outside of the building,I'm on in thespot When it be there,you gotta have faithI'm in a magnetized state Ever since we lost BoydAin't really much more I can take I pop a tune when it's lateMama told me to pray I do that cause you know I can playWe * a fella for real we got rods in the backBut you know we ain't coming to playYou be up playing the states I be up playing abroad with broads and matesMake room on my plate I just sent my graceAnd then I, ay, got a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets in my faceOkay, let's have a debate We talking about poppingI promise I'm feeling the way I took the bodies up out of my closetI buried them deep and they still in the way