Woah
Shhh,
shhh,
shhh, shhh,
shhh, shhh,
hey
Make room on my plate,
I just sent my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste,
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate,
we talkin' about poppin' I promise I'm feelin' the way
I took the bodies up out of my closet,
I buried them deep and they still in the way
I know some lil niggas got baptized,
trapped guys, they can't put the drill in the way
Had to part ways with the sad vibe,
bad guy, you might be a villain today
Ask God why I didn't get a answer Why I lose my brother to bullets
Why I lose my grandma to cancer Why me,
God, I need answers Why young niggas straight out Atlanta Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us
Why I keep getting all of these chances Why me,
God, I need answers Speak your mind and you might get counsel Pinky ring and it cost me a phantom
Whack the witness, the evidence tamper Dirty money,
the safest to hamper
Yeah, my bitch, she a star and I stamped her P.E.,
Jordan 3, this a sampler I don't wanna do it,
but I gotta do it Gotta kill your nigga if it's me or you
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, light the floor Gotta wave from the head and say hallelujah
She be crazy, then she be the closest to you It's okay,
cause they know that I come to
do it Hold your * for Virgil,
exclusive Louis Bitch was geeking and tweaking,
I hear the U.A.
Gets hitting and glistening,
* a movie If you're smoking the dope,
then I'm tending to it Watch when I step,
Mary, come out, bell
Angel on my shoulder,
but the devil on her left
I got a mill,
not a mil from a shelf I do it alone,
I own myself Niggas stay home for ya,
don't get left Niggas playin' dirty,
hip below my belt
I'ma get the bad dude to show myself Do that * again,
I had to show myself
Made room on my plate I just sent my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate We talkin' bout poppin',
I promise I'm feelin'
the way I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried them deep and they still in the way
I filled up the crib with cars,
the halls with art and all,
I'm still having space
Got a particular taste,
picky eater I guess,
but I'm still stuffing my face
She got a natural rap like a natural do,
like the blunt, she don't like the chalets
I was outside of the building,
I'm on in the spot,
when it be there you gotta have faith
I'm in a manner tight set,
ever since we lost Boyd,
ain't really much more I can take
I pop a tune when it's late,
mama told me to pray,
I do that cause you know I can play
We felt the feel up for real,
we got rods in the back,
but you know we ain't coming to play
You be up playing in states,
I be up playing abroad with broads and mates
Make room on my plate,
I just sent my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste,
I just stuffed my pockets in my face
Okay, let's have a debate,
we talking about popping,
I promise I'm feeling the way
I took the bodies up out of my closet,
I buried them deep and they still in the way