The world that we live in is more than crazy
I won't let them take me
How can I fool if I'm more than wavy
They through the book, I won't let them break me
I had a free tube, bro, had a baby
I was with D2, don't need a navy
I had a whack, no switch or a laser
The vibe went dead, could we turn on the air?
Liking me lemons, I caught me a weapon
I stepped out, counterattacking in seconds
Bro went G for the G, why?
The judge said he'll get a third off his sentence
Church on a Sunday, praying for repentance
Paying for mansions, life extensions
Them and I praying for pendants
Backers, I'm still praying I don't lose numbers
I'm madder than mad, don't provoke me
One got chin, one got bun
They took double L's on the one from Stokey
I need a bougie, bitch, that's low-key
I see the pagans wearing rollies
Must be a Stoli
Niners, dead then, got no defenders
We keep on scoring, they need a goalie
Bitch, this had a three-inch knife
Jack it, I'll push it in, that's a three-inch slice
Couldn't sleep at night
Could've forced it, my head saying
Is I can't wait till I see this
Picture me when I bleach my knife
Picture me when I step to the crease, it's life
All the days in the cell could've beat this fight
And the scoreboards often need equal rights
Man, flower the ride with a blick
Don't trip when I'm cool, don't split
Man's wig on the wing, man, fist and kick
Are you having a laugh?
Got razor blades in the neck
Man, swing that *
I ended up hitting a chick
Got bail officers in kitchen, I relocate
Now I'm on a block who pissed
How I'm looking at extra pay
D2 with his flicks like Kevin DeVoy
Now I don't let the music get you confused
I don't smoke, pop pills or drink
Just know something died if I'm taking a tooth
Like, I understand that we're misunderstood
But even the Mets still know what we do
I told so many girls that I love them
I got the meaning, misconstrued
I got fat pussy gal on her iPhone screen
Tryna throw up their legs in the air
Never knew sex toys can make gal scream
I made her squirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling car hire, nobody air
Goes hot spot, me verified in the streets
I made her leave the pool, don't beg
Got fat pussy gal on my iPhone screen
Tryna throw up their legs in the air
Never knew sex toys can make gal scream
I made her squirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling car hire, nobody air
Goes hot spot, me verified in the streets
I made her leave the pool, don't beg
Yo, what's the verbal then?
Tell me who flags purple then?
Cousins are cool, my brother's my brother
But * with the rest of my milk
Damn, how many I chink?
More than ten
If you ain't got five, you ain't rolling then
Bitches are cold, love lining stings
Why you think little Nas love burgle men?
I text Ram like, yo, what's the word?
He left me on red, so I know what that meant
And don't step with the dots, cause I'm still * off
What happened with this gang?
I got touched, why is he so red?
Don't afford to do two, so I love him to death
He must have thought he was copping some ice
Necklace done, he got ball in his neck
If you talk your * and you're talking *
It don't make no sense, get the * out of the booth
We are the industry on lock
We're 43 King SJ in the zoo
Our first mixtape made more than a mil
So now I'm trying to make it two
I heard that I fell off, my voice has changed
S.Y.M., I respect my tunes
Your girl told Ram you got PTSD
He ain't not like me
I got stabbed and he turned me insane
He got stabbed and he jumped off the street
She showed me her cooch when it's covered in cream
I might book her a V
She hates that I keep going job
But it is what it is, it's the life that I lead
Free band, okay
It's not Kumbaya when the hunting sings
I'm swinging my cutter and cutting up skin on her wing
Got my cutter, I double my ching
I ain't swinging on lover, I govern my ting
Met them cut, met them run with the wind
Met them cut, met them run with the wind
Bet the kun cap chop cars faster than him
I got fat pussy gal on her iPhone stream
So now throw up their legs in the air
Never lose sex toys, can't make gal scream
I make that skirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling carbine over air
Got arts about me, verified in the streets
I made a leaderboard, I'm fair
Got fat pussy gal on my iPhone stream
So now throw up their legs in the air
Never lose sex toys, can't make gal scream
I make that skirt all over the chair
I'm from the farm, what the * you mean?
You don't fling carbine over air, gon' ask about me, verified in the streets
I'm in the lead up, boo, don't fail