I'm on a facet, check on a glad like tentTrap rap, but I don't know Freddie Overseas go on a blitz, get like bellyI been steppin' under me, I for one, way for NellyHeard a lot of n***a been talkin', but ain't been no tensionI put ice cubes in my ears, go get a cup to listenI ain't only flyin' for that bread, like a f***ing pigeonOG hit the spot, you know his favorite room, the f***ing kitchenI was trappin' on East Street, we was sellin' skippingsAbout a fifty, made two hundred, they said I was differentMy O had told me hit the head so you could f***ing kill itI got CD on my shoes, it lil' f***in' on spin meI got these diamonds in my ear, they should lil' f***in' know I'm listenin'And they say they lookin'Famine, but I ain't been missin'Keepin' in the street, but just don't go to snitchin'John texted me, you gettin' baguettes or embers in your pendantAnd he thought it was a game, but I didn't want no scrimmageI went and dropped Ty BentleyScreamin' f***in' first on y'all n***as, then f***in' went V12 engineGotta stay down three days straight for a hop, but I'll see you in a minuteLFI got F&As and a cane with the blue tips in itAnd we turnin' him to a vert, he had no roof in itTold my bro to fight, then came to me with a gunHe ain't got no proof in itYes, they had caught a paragraph, so he don't want no sentenceAnd when you catch you over two, f***in' withdraws in itAnd we call it fetishin' when you get rich, I'll feed itAnd I'm purple damaged like my chain fell in my cupPullin' f***in' cars, we ain't out here playin' plopFive and a f***in' better run, better duckHit it on my campaign, treat this s*** like TrumpSo I go in my jacket, know they bit my clubHe ain't had no hammer, he got his s*** nailedI put on red guns, and for they at my cellI put on red guns, for they at my cell