(It's a 6Foe beat)
Yeah, yeah, type ten
Uhh
Told Duff put some gangster shit on, nigga
How he boming?
Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch
Uh, put that shit on gang, huh, put that on my name, huh
Better stand on business 'fore they knock you off your feet
I know a nigga lost his life just from tryna cross the street
And I can hit you with the white, but it might not be cheap
I got on ice with my pipe, boy, don't try that shit with me, listen
East Side repre who? yeah, huh
East Side representat uh, hold up
East Sidе representativе, I'm on bullshit
Why would I worry 'bout a nigga with this full clip?
I don't get defensive, we on offense
Get extra, send some extra bullets through his coffin
Bang, dang, dang, boogie, get busy
Every nigga really ready for that war, you see 'em with it
Strapped up with my partners behind enemy line, huh
Fucking with some bitches that be with them, they be lying, listen
We got that dope to take your custos out the line
I keep a new check every two weeks like I'm working on the line
Listen, ahh, hmm
But me not at the plant
I got banjos in my pants
Uh, and I know how to dance
A ugly reckless motherfucker with a blick, don't take no chance
I'ma have sex with your girlfriend from the front 'cause I romance
Now listen, ah, tuh, huh, roses on the bed, yeah
Perkies with her friend
Put a jersey on her head, listen
Huh, bitch I be done showed up early for them bands
In the game, glasses on, James Worthy, I'm the man, huh
Ah, huh
Bro-bro shooting funny, he Jamaal Wilkes, uh, ayy
But that shit don't matter, it get y'all killed
I switch up my spots if I think them people onto me
She do backflips over ice, I made her look like Surya Bonaly
God damn, ah, huh
Protect it like it's precious
Got a ruler hanging out that whoo-wham, he gon' learn his lesson
Uh, I won't wear no jump suit, but got moves like Elvis Presley
Got a bitch that score like I score, she built like Lisa Leslie
I do
Nigga
All night how I'm cooking, nigga
Lil' bit of zaza
Got about two-fifty on in them charms
I don't bring my gun around the nah, hm
I won't bring my gun around the gang, I can't use that bitch
No, hmm, re-rock
You can't bring your gun around me, you won't use that bitch, listen
Don't care, ah, tuh, I don't care how you feel
Pull up with that chopper, get to cutting out of Bonnyville
Corner, hop up out it, got that striker sitting off in the field
Grab that rifle, aim it at a white bitch, get revenge for Emmett Till
Listen, ah, hmm, huh
Probably ain't 'posed to say that, ah
Me don't give no fuck, I'm out here looking for that payback
Huh, we go past Ajax, spin a wheel to break the bank bag
I got half a tank gas, pull up, get you straight jabbed
Bro-bro put that hoodie on
You better run 'cause on my mama, I don't know what he on
I just know he don't give two fucks about buddy bone
Your ho in love with me 'cause me don't never fuck her wrong
Listen
Huh, she thought she was hooked, huh, told her, "Gotta be quicker than that"
Huh, I need me a book, I've been trapping out them extra packs
Huh, yeah, it's words on top of that work soon as you open it
Huh, let you know what the fuck you doing before you smoke it
Huh, she ain't even know it, tuh, the old-ass lady
Uh, she ain't even know her son got smoked 'cause she a smoker
She was in there getting high while he out there on the poster
You know that hard shit too strong, broke her neck, it had choked her
Huh, 2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name, uh
2021 with an R&B bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch
I put that on my gang, I put that on my name
I grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no, huh
Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no, no
So look, mate, like, I'm strolling through the street, right?
And I've, I've just left, you know, my, my, my office space here
I've been working late
I look 'cross the way and there's, like, this fucking dude, he's surrounded by, like, a battalion of fucking people, right?
It's this guy now, he's a famous fucking rapper and all that
My man scoop, he scoops me up
He's like, "Mate, what are you doing?"
I'm like, "Mate, I don't even know who the fuck you are, like, you know what I mean?"
He's like, "Ah, man, shut it, mate"
He throws me in the car, right?
And I'm rolling around with all of the fucking people, it's fucking absolutely madness, mate
And I'm all I'm trying to figure out is where the hell we're going
And, like, I just wake up the next day
With, like, some fucking bitch's fucking jewelry all around me, yeah?
In a fucking room, right? A har with a harem full of wives
King Solomon sized, mate
And all kinds of fucking narcotics
And it, and it's, life has just never been the fucking same since, mate
I mean, if you don't know who this guy is, you've gotta fucking go find out
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