Y’all already know what time i’m on man (set). i really feel like i’m god though you know what i’m telling you? you know know how you see sh#t before it happens? you know what i’m saying? like i, i came from a place, i came from a dark place man (projects man). top 30 boys though, i did (on god). i said i ain’t going back n#gg#. i made it here for a motherf#cking reason n#gg#. (g-o-d n#gg#) yeah
Yo, i told ’em i won’t settle, i keep b#tches in stilettos (facts)
I’m faced off with the devil, you get slapped up with this metal (clown #ss n#gg#)
I made it out the ghetto, i can’t stoop down to your level (uh uh)
I got a temper tantrum, please don’t push me likе a pedal (mmm)
We got switches on thеse mags, high performance on these jags (rrt)
b#tch you all up in the way, go bust a play, get off your #ss
The way i’m sending all these n#gg#s, boy i shoulda been they dad
The way i’m running over n#gg#s, probably think i’m warren sapp
I got a b#tch from memphis, but all she do is steal and bring it back (that part)
When that hoe get in my car, that b#tch gon’ put on project pat (yuh)
I just bought my b#tch a car, that hoe say she don’t ride in ‘lacs (yup)
I just bought a 100 packs, and had it dropped off in the trap (30)
All these n#gg#s talking crazy ’til we find out where they at (b#tch #ss)
Keep your hoe up out my mace, or get your baby mama whacked (pow pow)
We got fullies, we got sticks, we got choppers, we got macs (pow pow pow)
All that running when we gunning, that’s what got your partner smacked (dead homies)
This ain’t fiction b#tch, it’s facts (facts)
All my killers dressed in black (black)
When i’m talking sh#t i snap (uh huh)
I don’t never write no raps (what else?)
When you really out here thugging, ain’t no need for you to cap (n#gg#)
When i turn my ig off, that same day, your brody was whacked (dead homies)
These n#gg#s faking for the ‘gram (uh huh)
I’m a goat i’m not a lamb (goat)
Jump out on you with a stick, and smoke a n#gg# like a ham (b#tch #ss n#gg#)
I’m a gangster and a pimp, i’m taxing hoes like uncle sam (facts)
If we catch you stealing from the mobb, we cut off both your hands (the mobb)
You won’t steal from me again, murder you and kill your friends (b#tch #ss n#gg#)
Spin your block, and spin again
Pop him all up in his chin (pop pop)
n#gg#s love it when i lose, i’m celebrating when i win (celebrating)
Got the gang blocking traffic, pouring rosé all on my benz (rrt)
Hit the backwoods, double r’s (yah), hundred thousand in my pants (rrt)
If he run, take his legs away, call him lieutenant dan (hahahahaha)
n#gg#s hate me ’cause i made it, but they used to be my fans (b#tch #ss n#gg#)
All this money in my pockets, f#cking up the way i stand (bank’d up)
When you balling like i’m balling boy, the opps ain’t got a chance (nuh uh)
I’m the biggest n#gg# living, don’t get stepped on like some cans (cml)
Went and did my time up in the pen, i came home with a plan (facts)
Now i’m sticking to the script, it ain’t no switching on the clan (never)
Half a million worth of diamonds b#tch, i stunt like jackie chan (yuh)
You a motherf#cking frog, fairytale like peter pan (b#tch #ss)
Walking on a private land, with my socks off in the sand (rich boy)
And your girlfriend like it kinky, so i’m tearing off her pants (what else?)
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