The Message

I'm at the top I ain't coming down
They said u sent shots I ain't hear a sound
The gang might pull up wit like 50 rounds
And I just might serve u like 50 pounds

You bet not move quick or I'll up my weapon
Can't help it my nigga no I be stressing
I told u bout it hope you got the message
Yeah I told you bout it hope you got the message

I do what you what you never expected
Woke up early round 7
Sold a P before 11
Want the dick now she begging
Show these niggas how I'm flexin
Ima call this shit the message

You a student learn ya lesson
Ima king you a peasant
Pouring lean in my beverage
Got a beam You my weapon
Send a nigga straight to heaven

I'm the greatest rapper ever to do this
Listen to the tape I swear it'll prove it
Brand new choppa bitch I can't wait to use it
Brand new chopper bitch I can't wait to use it

Call my plug Micheal Vick cause he throw it I catch it
Illegal guns cause them hoes automatic
I'm the boss I call the plays like it's madden
You be talkin I be making it happen

I told you bout it hope you got the message
I'm feeling like I'm finna blow
I'm going crazy I'm stacking this do
Running it up til it won't even fold

My niggas so solid they wont ever fold
You niggas some snitches we know that you told
My fingers be itching for pulling these triggers
So if if that bitch up then you know ima blow

Cross a nigga up how I be ballin I got handles
I just fucked yo bitch but I won't wearing Gucci Sandals
Flexin & finessing's what I do cause I'm the man hoe
You can't ride my wave unless you surfing like a damn pro



Credits
Writer(s): Hb Cori
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