How they speakin on me i be all through they side
They claim to be real but ain’t down to ride
But i’m not surprised weak #ss n*ggas the type to go hide
But say that they gangster lil n*gga you tried
Them n*ggas not down when it’s time to go slide
We wet some sh*t up like we pulled in the tied
Lighting sh*t up but no 4th of july
Don’t say i’m not stepping it’s pressure applied
Didn’t think i would make this far guess it’s fate
Let them tell you it’s race but really i’m sеtting the pace
Set thе bar high cause i’m changing the weight
Got a b*tch from the ** imma beat up her face
After i f*ck ,she gon gimme my space
Don’t change the rate need my money today
Or we getting to beating sh#t just like this bass
Spray a lot of sh#t but ian talking mace
Im speakin in codes they don’t talk how i talk
Or got enough money walk where i walk
Or front like they on , i got your message i sent it’s gone
Ian no rapper still making this song
You can get smoked like a hit off bong
For thinking i’m soft she open her mouth she ain’t doing no yawn
My n*ggas out here stepping till dawn
Running yo mouth you get punched in yo jaw
He ain’t know what hit him wtf going on
If i got em *********** wrong
Them n#gg#s tried to copy didn’t even get near
These b#tches want top me i feel like i’m top tier
She climb up on top then she dropping it right here
We smoke on sh*t that don’t buzz but go light year
Out here but that’s addressed when i speak
Impulsive don’t talk just shoot when we meet
I need some money not chasing no freak
She goat in the sheets but a hoe in these streets
Its still f#ck a b*tch tho my heart got no key
Don’t give a f*ck keep em all lowkey
If they catch me i’m wit it i got it on me
If i pop up out the the cut that’s the last you gon see
Bullets gon fade gon his #ss his up but ian talking tape
You speak on my gang and get put in yo place
This n#gg# like state farm , surrounded by jakes
We hit em traffic he ain’t touch his brakes
Don’t think about switching chopping the snakes
Switch on the gang get cracked like a vase
We walking you down this sh#t a race
Smoke on the opps and it send me to space
Seen a lot of fake
People i been cutting
I’m a young n*gga
And came up from nothing
Tryna hit the bands early
Get a lil n*gga thummin
Heard ya mans found dead
He was stupid he was stunting
Keeping sh#t real
Cuz i always been 100
Don’t need a soul
All i need is the money
And don’t need a b#tch
They be acting like junkies
No b#tch i’m not the clyde to yo bonnie
Fake #ss n*gga
He tried to set me up
Put a hole in his face
Have his #ss looking stuck
This ain’t no dream
We gon leave his #ss slump
B*tch im going to hard
And i won’t let up
Cause i’m a real #ss n*gga
Ian ever give f*ck
Making a lil diss
He thinkin he tough
He beefing bout a b*tch
Man n#gg# you punk
When i pull out this forty
I bet sh#t get rough
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