(Supreme on the beat)
Got flicked, ah… sh#t
Shit, man
f#ck
Alright
Got flicked with an AR pistol and a Five-seveN
Three-point-five in a Backwood got my eyes heavy
Watch a n#gg# die, bleed out in the streets, you might let me
n#gg# bag don’t weigh sh#t, it was not heavy
I don’t want a foreign car, I want a box Chevy
Livin’ life on the edge, I’m finna watch Belly
I’ll make Jacqualyn beat your #ss, I had to stop Kelly
Yeah, them buds kinda purple, but it’s not cherry
Flawless grill, I left coins in my tooth, but I’m not fairy
Put a n#gg# on a billboard, somebody Times Square me
I’ll pay the ticket if it’s yeah, bro I’m not petty
Died in the middle of the hood, he was not ready
First time I seen a dead body, it was not scary
Money on the floor, I clean up like the house messy
b#tch, I grew up playin’ chess, you cannot check me
Boy, you got on taco outfit, that was not your sh#t
Stuffed ten bands in ten pockets, this a cargo ‘fit
Hit her underwater through my Polo drawers, on my Marco sh#t
Oh, you talkin’ ’bout like Marco Polo?
Seen an opp ridin’ through the hood, I’m finna park your sh#t
b#tch comment on all my pics, I’m finna heart your sh#t
Hit him up close, big flame, I’m finna spark your sh#t
Boy, you got that broke-down car, can’t even start that sh#t
You ain’t know I was an Airbender, b#tch, I make wind
I’ll punch a n#gg# in the store, make him break wind
Best friend died poppin’ Percs, why you take ten?
How the hell I’m always takin’ L’s? Why I can’t win?
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