Why you keep on bitchin’ about my tape, man?
Ain’t shit gon’ happen, alright? Alright?
Damn
(Alright),
we just gon’ find these little marks and smoke ’em
Shit ain’t that hard
For sure
You got killers, nigga, I’m a killer
You need a gun, I need a 3D printer
My ገንዘብ long, your paper ትንሽ, nigga
I run the money East quick like an Ethi sprinter
‘Cause I’m supposed to, stand on my money like Kareem in the post
I want the most, like, can’t you see we winners?
Judge tried to give our asses the most
My best friend servin’ ten, eatin’ TV dinners
Why you think I never laugh at your jokes?
And often times, I’m mеan-muggin’, you don’t see me grinnin’
You wanna meet the plug, but, moe, I’m tryna bе that nigga
That’s why I play the game cold like a D.C. winter
Singin’ birds don’t come by my window
I got some swans on the floor
And what you want? I got that shit for the low
My Detroit partner got that shit that you pour
And I be sippin’ too much of it, I’m gone
And screamin’ “Free Fleez,” I can’t wait ’til you home
But with my brothers every day on the phone
And that money right here waitin’ for you, this shit ain’t a loan
It’s off the strength, blood, muscle, and bone
Got it off the stress, weed, broken flip phones
Me and the homies have needs, so we kicked in the door
Goin’ through shit, I’d rather cry on my own
These people don’t really know who I am
They just know the destruction I can—no, will do for my fam
I keep a hammer; if, when in a jam
“For the same reasons, we’re soldiers
Soldiers don’t go to Hell
It’s war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers”
Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA
Tryna stick me, gotta get up earlier than Thebe
Goyard skully, gazin’ at the stars in the Culli’
It’s still Hell Block hully gully
Gift-wrap them brickies, then we kidnap them slippies
Forties on deck like a six-pack of Mickey’s
Name heavy in the street as a rose gold Philippe
Came fully AP’ed, now I need a Richie
Wasn’t takin’ ’til I hit it with the G-rizzy
Watched it come together, full circle, did a three-sixty
Cut it with the lactose and get a free fifty
Reekin’ of second-hand crack smoke and cheap whiskey
Ghost Glock in my waist, made a killin’ off the noise
Spot so hot, got the paint peelin’ off the walls
Quarter, half brick, whole brick, I can move it all
Auntie want it quick, gettin’ sick, goin’ through withdrawals
Where we at?
I stay home for a week, I ain’t touch nothin’
And next week, I was smokin’ again
It’s contagious, isn’t that right?
I wanna better my life, you know
I don’t wanna be runnin’ around the streets gettin’ high, you know
Not carin’ about my whereabouts, myself, my personal hygiene
No matter how great a saint you are (Yeah)
If you hang around sinner (Goodness)
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