You dead on the rap project?
You know what I'm saying?
Biggest fan?
You good!
Big 49
Chasers
All these n****s sticks you better watch how you approach me
N****s started switching and they mad they can't get close to me
She was trying to f*** me through the air in my head back hopefully
Ask me if I'm f***ing his little b**** I'm like supposedly
Geek, geek, geek, geek
I'm like supposedly they killed my dog and asked me if I'm good
I'm like supposedly I'm good,
good,
geek I'm like supposedly this b**** ain't trying
to get me like she want to take my soul from me
Real millionaire,
real emotional,
I'm a trapper I was standing on the block all day with killers
trying to turn rapper We done put on a new whip and started f***ing
that b**** be trash Put money on the tab and I'm getting that
head tap off that static Money causing colds,
cold blows and f***
Yeah, said she love me I'm like yeah I know
Yeah, bump her for the low I got a strong nose
Yeah,
who the who shot who the who that's how it go
Yeah,
probably get a treacherous
Man, baby Jesus, the whole city
Pills in my liver, I got
From my uncle Keith, fighting a life sentence
I'm like b**** I think I'm him
That's what I said when she asked me who I am
I was trying to break the rim
Balling like I'm Cabo Diamonds
Jumping out the gym I do what I am I ain't even got a thing on
This ain't no cash,
she strong F***ing s*** I think hard
It ain't no mess,
I let this young b**** on my bank card
It ain't no cash,
I'm in the gun This s*** like Vanguard
Ain't COD,
all these b**** be like me But all we fear is GOD
His name in some paperwork Cause he's out to a COP
We cannot have smoke and vodka Help you with your VOP
We way out back to the TLP I hope you can spell
She keep telling me that she want D's
Like she sell f***ing spending on them V's
Know I be wearing no twilight look Hundred
shot shorty right there in the trenches
Feel like hell cooking,
jumping on them sausages We can't even smoke them,
he might tell something
I was trying to s*** but now they on
my d*** Every time I go talk to them,
now I'm gonna plead the fifth
Every time I think about where I come from,
I say b**** I'm him Every time I go back to the hood,
b**** Timmy on my hip
Me just show me d*** dying here on some
Philly I told her we made some momma's cry,
b**** we don't kill a s***
How the f*** you see a top up in your face and don't kill it?
F***ing jailed by my doulo, I don't need no s***
I'm the type to put bro on,
you the type to leave I'm the type to buy back,
you the type to pen it Better be lucky I ain't
the f***ing one to put your brother in it
Mad old f***er,
you a mad f***er Million dollars ain't for us,
I'm the type that can't get touched
I'm the type that go ghost or slut,
can't let my emotion up
We the ones that went,
son,
ain't no recruiting us Remember that time I
checked dude and he said he ain't seen nothing?
Trench is back alive,
the killer's back outside I'm out the nine,
but after the wine died,
I left the nine
I'm on FaceTime with Lil G to see the facts,
cause dude lying I'm the hottest in the street,
every time I drop the block hot
Private parts,
I shut up and get p****d to talk High school sold weed out of jail,
and I took that s*** too far
I know dude a hoe for sure,
he ain't never had no pal Only pal he
ever knew was a rat I don't wanna talk
We was dirty growing up,
but I'm rich now b**** up Man,
we be with superstars,
but buck still be selling soap
I'ma let the hood pick it,
I don't need no A&R And before the label s***,
we been had A&Rs