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Now b-, let's get right back to business
They start it, I'ma finish
It's just me, Quez, and Leeke, we got that .40 all in Lenox
Told them if a n- get to trippin', leave his brains right by the fitted
The hardest n- out my city, ain't nobody f- with me
But I meant that bein' humble, real rap, this ain't no mumble
PJ might drop next summer, already picked my baby momma
Until then, I'ma keep these condoms
And some sh- with a clip that's shaped like commas
So run up you get stretched just like the rest who 'bout that drama

Heard the trap back open, what you need? Molly, pills, or weed?
Just pull up on a n- out East, so hot make sure you clean
Still hit the south that sh- be sweet, on 103rd, might meet a freak
Make sure she creep, 'cause if it's sweet then we gon' slide down moncrief
N- ain't never slide down my street, I wasn't worried, I never cared
They know my granny was sittin' right there in that chair, sayin' prayers
A n- slide then that's death, DOA knocked out his breath
'Cause we got shooters cross these streets, and we got choppers up these stairs

And that's on God, bitch, I ain't lyin', I can do this without even tryin'
Told them play blind, 'cause they don't wanna see me shine and grind
Since 2016 I been in my prime, I was stuck in them trenches
But made it out, I guess that sh- was perfect timin'
I'm that n-, don't need the diamonds
Don't need the watch, I told them watch
I'll say f- it and hit the block, I'll say f- it then drop the top
You don't wanna beef 'cause n- droppin', especially not 'bout no thot
'Cause it's already gettin' hot and she already eatin' cock in here

Brodie got his Glock in here, I say, "Go, it ain't no stoppin' him"
Shaquille it ain't no blockin' him
Sh- real, they say n- gettin' killed behind Lil Poppa them
My brother hit the curve and make a serve, say he got rocks on him
The early bird get the worm, so he say - the cops and them
Them youngins got Russian choppas on them, ain't never left America
I had to leave the b- alone, she got to tweakin' talkin' marriage
And I'ma get this money and f- on London, ain't talkin' Paris
F- 'em up, buy another pair, 'cause that's some s- that I don't cherish

Heard the opps smoke like Swishers, these n- don't want no issues
Tryna put a n- on a picture, it's a G on every pistol
On Perc's and weed, don't need no liquor, I'll probably never forgive him
So we gon' turn him to a victim, him and whorever with him
I just said my prayers, I'm feelin' great, finna roll me up some, wait
You know they want me to watch what I say
How many J's you smoked? Eight
How many pills you on? 'Bout four
Finna pop four more, b-, that's eight
Besides the bull- life's great
I can enter the heaven gates off my face

And I'm loaded, she say, "Pull up", I say, "B- I'm on my way"
I heard that b- home, hope she got her d- on, when they knock off her face
And they been scopin', know these youngins 'round me roguish
Young and ready and hopin', tryna bust his head wide open
Say I'm slept on but I ain't trippin', I'ma keep grindin' until I'm noticed
Real is rare and I'm one of the rare, f- nigga, I'm chosen, no more errors
Name another n- harder than me in this era
Bar for bar, f- all the likes, comments and shares

You ain't never looked down that barrow, make a n- tuck his tail
Pressure been applied, bond got denied, that's that sh- that made you tell
But free my n- in them systems, I can't wait to y'all here
Slick jumped and I missed 'em, only up from here this our year
Ain't no n- breathin' I'll fear, brand new Glock with the extra gear
Ayy, twin hot, say he tryna go get him a extra tear, I'm like, "Twin stop"
He just quiet, don't think he a b- 'cause he really not
For the love of Kim, these n- don't know nothin' but spin blocks



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Writer(s): Patrick Yeboah, Janarious Wheeler
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