Jiyf
Niggas act like they forgot
Iso
Niggas tend to forget that I really been with this shit
Ten years with an addiction, been ripping niggas to bits
That's a decade plus I'm stepping up with 'em, busting their kicks
Knock you up outta your tennis shoes when I hit 'em with this
Let me lace you with game on how to ball, my nig'
Keep shootin' your shot up until it falls, my nig'
Peeps on your team will shoot at you but they all might miss
Now you a star and they can't reach you, it all ties in
Of how I'm really putting on, then I'm getting sicker
But niggas be sicker than me because they freakin' bitter
Like a fifth of vinegar or biting a chick for dinner
Me and my son eating hibachi, y'all eating chicken tenders
But did you pricks remember?
When I was homeless tryna get a dollar
Or coming up shorter than a midget stripper with a dick up in her
Now I'm whipping killer, that's a fender bender
You a tick tryna compete, that's a dick contender
Spinning you, a fidget spinner
You won't get picked on like Richard Fisher
And now these thirsty fuckers all up in my Kool Aid
Better get the pitcher
Or go fix your printer
They mad I'm flexing but they wasn't with me in the gym rocking call me Lynard Skynard
With the pen I'm iller, you just penicillin
Bitch I'm high, I'm literally in the ceiling
I'm into sealing niggas up like a mortician did it
Let me at 'em then you'd think I was dicking Morticia
Nigga, best up on this shit I'm spitting
I been a menace since a kid like Dennis
Now I'm old dog, when you met your bro, mom
Bitch I'm really tripping
Because without it I wouldn't be just still speaking on her
Bet I'll get to squeezing out the liquor like I'm penny pinching
And I know some lickin' niggas with the business
And the homie, Bishop grippin'
We can son you quick, like a spittin' image
In a minute we can get really ignant and kill you bitches
Better back off of blood mix like ficki ficki ficki
Forget it, I'm finna switch it
I'm in the kitchen really whipping, tryna get a ticket
I'm finna get it 'cause I'm sick, that mean I been comitted
Literally my psychiatrist like, "It's been a minute"
Y'all might just get a visit
Tell me I ain't came a long way like I been fucking all day
And when I bust the cumshot they want the freaking distance
Listen bitches I be hella sick of
All you niggas tryna forget where I came from
But, ayy bro
Just in case you forgot
I was out here working, posted on that block
Broke like one day this gon' pop, now I'm on top my nig'
Just in case you forgot
Banging, slanging cages low, when will it stop?
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
Just in case you forgot it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, just in case you forgot it
Slanging cages low, when will it stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
People in my city mad at me but who got the favors?
Like I ain't did shit for you, did you drop some paper?
Is it because before y'all was ahead of me, now y'all ain't in my pedigree
Who local still and who rock with majors
I'm blowing on these cookies counting guap, they hate it
Every day I'm getting new opps but you not the nation
Paranoid at red lights I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
But they love the King, my love is king, smooth operating
Nigga, new conversation
I'm looking for some backing just to really get it bracking
Is it too complicated?
I'm through contemplating
How I'm the only one that's putting money into me
But I just choose not to say it
So, who got the payment?
I promise you I'll take you to a level where the money coming through
I can bake it
Damu mimi ni mfalme, dreaming like royalty
But royalties I hit 'em with that Uganda language
Blood stains when I do pop the stainless
I'm through building up these fake niggas
Homie, you 'bout to cave in
Same ones that hate to see me moving
Now you cough to vapors
Dumb, looking like a few thousand cavemen
The hoes that wouldn't look my way be like, "You sound amazing"
Just now listening
I'm like, "Where the fuck was you back on some 2008 shit?"
I can hear the hoes now like "We'll move out the state, then!"
This new loud I'm blazing is too loud
I drain out what you 'bout to say, y'all on mute now, okay bitch
My sister just told me she knew I would make it
Can't wait to buy her and mom new houses, bathing
I'm 'bout to get married and lose all the basic bitch numbers in my phone and do rubrication
My circle got smaller but huge counts of paper came through so if you 'bout to hate on me, then...
Just in case you forgot
I was out here working, posted on that block
Broke like one day this gon' pop, now I'm on top my nig'
Just in case you forgot
Banging, slanging cages low, when will it stop?
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
Just in case you forgot it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, just in case you forgot it
Slanging cages low, when will it stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
Iso
Niggas tend to forget that I really been with this shit
Ten years with an addiction, been ripping niggas to bits
That's a decade plus I'm stepping up with 'em, busting their kicks
Knock you up outta your tennis shoes when I hit 'em with this
Let me lace you with game on how to ball, my nig'
Keep shootin' your shot up until it falls, my nig'
Peeps on your team will shoot at you but they all might miss
Now you a star and they can't reach you, it all ties in
Of how I'm really putting on, then I'm getting sicker
But niggas be sicker than me because they freakin' bitter
Like a fifth of vinegar or biting a chick for dinner
Me and my son eating hibachi, y'all eating chicken tenders
But did you pricks remember?
When I was homeless tryna get a dollar
Or coming up shorter than a midget stripper with a dick up in her
Now I'm whipping killer, that's a fender bender
You a tick tryna compete, that's a dick contender
Spinning you, a fidget spinner
You won't get picked on like Richard Fisher
And now these thirsty fuckers all up in my Kool Aid
Better get the pitcher
Or go fix your printer
They mad I'm flexing but they wasn't with me in the gym rocking call me Lynard Skynard
With the pen I'm iller, you just penicillin
Bitch I'm high, I'm literally in the ceiling
I'm into sealing niggas up like a mortician did it
Let me at 'em then you'd think I was dicking Morticia
Nigga, best up on this shit I'm spitting
I been a menace since a kid like Dennis
Now I'm old dog, when you met your bro, mom
Bitch I'm really tripping
Because without it I wouldn't be just still speaking on her
Bet I'll get to squeezing out the liquor like I'm penny pinching
And I know some lickin' niggas with the business
And the homie, Bishop grippin'
We can son you quick, like a spittin' image
In a minute we can get really ignant and kill you bitches
Better back off of blood mix like ficki ficki ficki
Forget it, I'm finna switch it
I'm in the kitchen really whipping, tryna get a ticket
I'm finna get it 'cause I'm sick, that mean I been comitted
Literally my psychiatrist like, "It's been a minute"
Y'all might just get a visit
Tell me I ain't came a long way like I been fucking all day
And when I bust the cumshot they want the freaking distance
Listen bitches I be hella sick of
All you niggas tryna forget where I came from
But, ayy bro
Just in case you forgot
I was out here working, posted on that block
Broke like one day this gon' pop, now I'm on top my nig'
Just in case you forgot
Banging, slanging cages low, when will it stop?
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
Just in case you forgot it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, just in case you forgot it
Slanging cages low, when will it stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
People in my city mad at me but who got the favors?
Like I ain't did shit for you, did you drop some paper?
Is it because before y'all was ahead of me, now y'all ain't in my pedigree
Who local still and who rock with majors
I'm blowing on these cookies counting guap, they hate it
Every day I'm getting new opps but you not the nation
Paranoid at red lights I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
But they love the King, my love is king, smooth operating
Nigga, new conversation
I'm looking for some backing just to really get it bracking
Is it too complicated?
I'm through contemplating
How I'm the only one that's putting money into me
But I just choose not to say it
So, who got the payment?
I promise you I'll take you to a level where the money coming through
I can bake it
Damu mimi ni mfalme, dreaming like royalty
But royalties I hit 'em with that Uganda language
Blood stains when I do pop the stainless
I'm through building up these fake niggas
Homie, you 'bout to cave in
Same ones that hate to see me moving
Now you cough to vapors
Dumb, looking like a few thousand cavemen
The hoes that wouldn't look my way be like, "You sound amazing"
Just now listening
I'm like, "Where the fuck was you back on some 2008 shit?"
I can hear the hoes now like "We'll move out the state, then!"
This new loud I'm blazing is too loud
I drain out what you 'bout to say, y'all on mute now, okay bitch
My sister just told me she knew I would make it
Can't wait to buy her and mom new houses, bathing
I'm 'bout to get married and lose all the basic bitch numbers in my phone and do rubrication
My circle got smaller but huge counts of paper came through so if you 'bout to hate on me, then...
Just in case you forgot
I was out here working, posted on that block
Broke like one day this gon' pop, now I'm on top my nig'
Just in case you forgot
Banging, slanging cages low, when will it stop?
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
Just in case you forgot it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, just in case you forgot it
Slanging cages low, when will it stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I made it, same ones hate it, in my face I'm sayin'
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Writer(s): Tarrel Cornelious Gulledge
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