AC Massacre

I say to all of you, I have been treated this day with no respect
I've earned you all money
I've made you rich, and I asked for little
Good
You will not give? I'll take!
Left Lane (I wanna talk to you) uh
Peep

I'm a player of the highest order
Nigga, my grind enormous, tend to the money trees like the brightest florist
Neighborhood know who supply the order
I'm in Laredo with my Ese, negotiating beside the border

Night ended when the day began
My baby dump'll lay you flat on the shelf if he display the can
By God's grace (I wanna talk to you) I escaped the hand
To let my verse give birth to the nations like Father Abraham

They say it's prickle, but I say it's flam
My custies fickle, they ain't paying nan if they don't get the flamest grams
Every day the money changin' hands
My little cousin got a dub in VA and never changed the plan

And he a dime in, the odds is real
He love pain cause that love shit is hard to feel
I feel his pain 'cause I sat in the darkest cell (I wanna talk to you)
And wrote pain in Delaware tiers, pods and jails, I'm ill

I swear Bruce's death scarred me, dog, shit
Now my little brother got the cartridge on, we here
Like "See homie with his posture on?
He hated me in eight grade, I had the goggles on" damn

Like guys Puff and Mase, count coming soon
So we puff the ace, when they cut the halogens we gon' fluff the safe
(Immobiliare)
Ain't nice, ain't nothing safe
Cut the tape, cover his face, we want the safe

I don't know why these niggas is even rappin', slugs
All these actors and rats, I'm 'bout to trap 'em, slugs
I'll have your friends askin' questions like, "What happened, cuz?" (what happened)
Just know we ever have a grudge? I'm coming after blood (facts)

Just like Dracula does, my accountants adding up (let's get 'em)
And we subtracting the scrubs that ain't ever had no love (facts)
For a nigga, for my team, Lord forgive 'em
Kept my distance, quarantined, formed a prison

In my mind I rewind, I really seen bricks
Stepped on white squares, we gave it that Billie Jean kick
Privately kill these geeks with the grip
Or I could flip and just blaze you on cam, I really mean that

Baggin' up to Reject 2
Thinking me and Con can relate, I'm a reject, too
We fresh, new, dropping VVS jewels
I never move for BS, I tell the BS, "Move" (Immobilaire)

Lil G keep his hammer tucked (he got it)
Uh, I green-light it, he gon' blam you up (you know what's up, nigga)
Niggas gotta understand what I'm 'bout
Choppers in the trap in case the jackers ran through my house (uh)

I'm treated like a king when I land in the South
30 bottles, let my shooters all stand on the couch (woo)
Still get my hands on a thousand grams in a drought
Million dollar man, drop your stuffed bands in your mouth, whoa

They love me like Cam when I'm out in Carolina
I could have my dog cancel you out, uh (finish it, nigga)
Tap dance on that brick (huh)
Let it dry, then bag it up in zips (the zips)

Where I'm from, they got drums on the sticks
OGs dressin' like bums, but they rich (Facts)
When I come, I'ma come with the fifth (huh)
Dump it 'til it sit back and ain't nothin' in the clip, oh