New Buku said I'm the new Tupac, you say I'm the new Jeezy I told him I'm not though, it's gon' be two, the day I go Crazy, yeah, yeah Don't put them together, move and lose, might see a snipe on the roof They heard me too, seen rappers fool, lived double lives in the booth I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude Riding with a week, I see no kid tryna put this baby on you They all not factors, it's true, don't rap, they actually do I was gon' quit, this shit came back, the streets kept asking me to I'm checking flight status and tracking, pray my package come through Sitting in a half a man cocoon, blowing my black out the roof It's too much blood spilt on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce Heard I'm in town, they get spooked, fake niggas and wrestling doozies It's boy music, how the fuck you confuse it? Super hard, body told to rock it, when they ain't used it I do auto-fossil, million dollar worth of jewelry Beat you cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it I walk down values papers, couldn't wait till 22 And these niggas my influences, think my life a movie Big God to you, stars in my city We different, all my videos, shouting my cars, not in rentals Black tie, flip it, first night, it's in the ceiling The streets knew King Don and the gang, if they play, let's win Vanessa XXL told me, G, you cold as a bitch The best friends came this year, but they laid that shit in the cell I'll fuck with some of my bitches, you covers, but be real I guarantee they budget in my ear, fuck some wheels The clown, the butt, she like me, won't do a cover on me still Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream it till I'm pale But most y'all dead, never see they face again Pineapple mixed with red, turn this fan, I can't kill Cleaning off a dirty scale, praying it's not that hard Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail I make moves, tell they tales, all our opps didn't tell Pull up, talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm still in the cell Do too much show and tell, and beefing on the web That's how you end up tell, body nailed to a chair And bro, they hit his head, bow like he said a prayer He a bitch like Craig's, like it's Friday all year God to you, stars in my ceiling We different on my video, shouting my cards, not in realness Black tie, flip it, first my age, still in ceiling The streets new king, that inner girl, if they playlist, man When you a cop, when you tell somebody I need you to cop And try to get his heart up, but they just can't do it, they never did nothing That's why it don't make no sense to the audience And fall off after a few months The biggest though