I'm a bad boy, rude boy, really unruly
Rappers were praying that I didn't come back
Sat in my cell when I thought to myself
If I came home with these bitches, run back
Met the pagans, run back
Go ask T when S tried bun
That Joe went cold and I'm bringing the sun back
Niggas are dead, they ain't bringing their sun back
Caught him a straight, trying to get him a burger
Got it, ended up getting a ying in his belly
My Rambo stopped a couple times in my man
He couldn't move so they brought him a heli
All night in, I was killing the seam
Same time I was putting pagans on a telly
OPPS, hold that steady
They was never rolling like Kelly
Flows are crazy, how could you hate me?
Man, * you, pay me
My songs are wavy, bad bitches rape me
The guns from Haiti, rusty one from 1980
Man, * the pagans and * the haters
Man, where's your homie? Open the papers
He's floating away, man, see you later
They said he's online, we changed his status
We changed his bio, his friend left him
We made him cry home
Now I'm in a pen, it's not a bag
I roll, the burner boys, they sing a shio
Kill, bed or *, a typo
Fat boy run, we gave him lipo
Keep seeing their songs coming up on my TikTok
Think that amp has turned me psycho
My price is higher than all of these rappers you know
Don't think I'll settle for less
Compare me to him, I'll stab at his chest
Insert Boris, rip out his flesh
Even in drums, no *, he's grippy
His arms miss P-Bart, leg on the steps
Bougie, gal ain't bougie to me
Gal's skill at their pum-pum, over the tech
It's been five years and my voice has changed
Of course it has, are you dumb or dumb?
If you don't like me, then suck your mum
I'm SJ, you don't leave me guns
Look what we doing, it's illegal
Industry from jail, had bad guys shaking bums
Had him and his homies losing lungs
With a window shot, purchase with funds
Gag
Mora
Beats