You know, I was on the phone with big bro, he was like, he ain't seen nothin'
I'm like, "If you seen somethin'," he think it's some trouble
He's like, "Niggas pip squeaks, small fries, I don't see nothin' about them guys, I'm doin' twenty-five, real talk"
My daddy say when you a big fish, you can't take the bait (Can't take it)
Closed my eyes, bow my head, I wasn't scared, I was sayin' grace (I was sayin')
I still sit chicken top a nigga biscuit like a paper plate (Still see that munyun)
For cheap like a rotisserie, yeah, he make 'em spin in place (Spinnin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round)
I'm doin' great in the two seat with a new freak, gettin' face (Say, I'm doin' aight)
I'm uppin' rank, kept a clean face, don't mean I ain't make mistakes (Said I'm doin' aight)
But I ain't rat, I ain't turn my back or no ho shit like that (I ain't rat, say that to my face)
You in that room recallin' facts, in school couldn't spell dog or cat (That's crazy)
I'm a regular snake, them mice and men, the right price, he'll knife his friend (All that for some money)
They know I wasn't nicer then, just be cool with the new me (Be cool with me)
Hop out where your crew be, twerkin' that .223 (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Your hand reach for your legs, make you back that ass up, Juvie, uh (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
I know how to bring a bitch up out a nigga (A nigga)
It don't make no sense how you go against, toughest things 'bout you, nigga (Nigga)
How you so sick of the opps, you lie, say the guy shot you, nigga (Nigga)
'Stead of admittin' you wrong, you'll keep it goin', gon' start up your own militia (Stupid-ass nigga)
Uh, but I don't know what you heard about me, though (I don't know what you heard)
I plant my ten toes and take my charge, go get my free throw (Go)
Got six-figure shooters, they don't miss a shot, not even a B-roll (Not even a B-roll)
Got thick red hoes, I fuck from the back after they deep throat (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Nigga, I'm a real made man (I'm a, I'm a made man)
My young nigga ain't even eighteen, crush your big dog for eight grand (Crush your big dog)
Me and Leaf fall out, get mad (Uh), we gon' get back 'cause I love Miss Pam (Way more than y'all)
And for every one of us the opps done took, we got back like six sins
We got way more skrilla than them (Way more, more), we got way more killers than them (Way more, yeah)
We got way more niggas been to the penitentiary (Way more), ain't do no tellin' or nothin' (Way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them (Way more, yeah), we was way more ignorant than them (Way more, yeah)
Bitch way more thicker than them (Way more), that paper stack way more bigger than them (Way more, yeah)
On IG scrollin' off Addies, if it's police shit, don't tag me
Or a bitch trippin', sayin' she had me, she got child trauma, she need her daddy
For advice, she'll take his lead (Advice, she'll take his lead), only plan I have for her plan B (Plan I have for her plan B)
See the fruit comin' out of my tree (Uh, uh), why wouldn't she want Gee plant his seed? (Why wouldn't she want me? Uh, uh)
FaceTime from the feds, free E (Uh, free E, oh), nigga, still ain't at our speed (At our speed)
Show them water, can't make a nigga drink, real crooks sold books to some niggas couldn't read (Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em, sit back, lil' bro, think, niggas look up to us like the sky
Beef with us like shootin' at God (Yeah), niggas just talk 'cause it's free online (Way more, yeah)
We got way more skrilla than them (Way more, yeah), we got way more killers than them (Way more, yeah)
We got way more niggas been to the penitentiary (We got way more), ain't do no tellin' or nothin' (Way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them (Way more, yeah)
Bitch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them (Way more, yeah)
"Why you worried about them?" That's what he told me
The realest shit, you know, been tellin' me real shit
Ten years ahead of you niggas, y'all still in 2016
We way in' 2036, y'all crazy, you feel me?
Just don't die that way, just stay out my way, you feel me?
You don't want no trouble, you just want bubble
Just find a different way 'cause the shit ain't gon' get you on, it's gon' get you hurt
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