WoahShhh,shhh,shhh, shhh,shhh, shhh,heyMake 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' about poppin' I promise I'm feelin' the wayI took the bodies up out of my closet,I buried them deep and they still in the wayI know some lil niggas got baptized,trapped guys, they can't put the drill in the wayHad to part ways with the sad vibe,bad guy, you might be a villain todayAsk God why I didn't get a answer Why I lose my brother to bulletsWhy I lose my grandma to cancer Why me,God, I need answers Why young niggas straight out Atlanta Why the judge and the cops tryna jam usWhy I keep getting all of these chances Why me,God, I need answers Speak your mind and you might get counsel Pinky ring and it cost me a phantomWhack the witness, the evidence tamper Dirty money,the safest to hamperYeah, my bitch, she 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 nigga if it's me or youHe got fire, I got fire, nigga, light the floor Gotta wave from the head and say hallelujahShe be crazy, then she be the closest to you It's okay,cause they know that I come todo it Hold your * for Virgil,exclusive Louis Bitch was geeking and tweaking,I hear the U.A.Gets hitting and glistening,* a movie If you're smoking the dope,then I'm tending to it Watch when I step,Mary, come out, bellAngel on my shoulder,but the devil on her leftI got a mill,not a mil from a shelf I do it alone,I own myself Niggas stay home for ya,don't get left Niggas playin' dirty,hip below my beltI'ma get the bad dude to show myself Do that * again,I had to show myselfMade 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 wayI filled up the crib with cars,the halls with art and all,I'm still having spaceGot a particular taste,picky eater I guess,but I'm still stuffing my faceShe got a natural rap like a natural do,like the blunt, she don't like the chaletsI was outside of the building,I'm on in the spot,when it be there you gotta have faithI'm in a manner tight set,ever since we lost Boyd,ain't really much more I can takeI pop a tune when it's late,mama told me to pray,I do that cause you know I can playWe felt the feel up for real,we got rods in the back,but you know we ain't coming to playYou be up playing in states,I be up playing abroad with broads and matesMake 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 talking about popping,I promise I'm feeling the wayI took the bodies up out of my closet,I buried them deep and they still in the way