Akon

Yeah, tryna put my whole hood On
Like Trayvon
But why a nigga feel locked up
They wont let me out like Akon
Coming out the trenches they Aint wanna show me the way I Had to make one
Did this shit all by my lonely, no Co defendant
At my granny house had roaches In it
Early morning box of cereal with Roaches in it
I fucked that bitch she said Period was ducking a sentence
Tryna get up in the game I aint Know what was in it
Walking through the door I put My toes in it
If i die recording this song ill put My soul in it
I might pit stop in yo city do a Show in it
I got LJ rocking out he got a pole In it
Fly Boss my apparel bitch you Know that we winning

And you know we keeping score
My dog just came home they Finna send my cousin up the Road
Keep ya head up you know
Call me Nell Beamen Bin Laden Cus a nigga bout to blow
They be calling me the GOAT
Footprints on they collar all year I be stepping on they throat
Running red lights for the Money gotta go
Bitch im straight up out the 3rd I be throwing up the 4
I been flying to a check I just ran Through a check
Nike headband got my mind on a Check
Nike tennis shoes ima stand on a Check
Bitch im the man I demand my Respect
Come get in the way im Dropping bands on em
See this the type of money that Put yo mans on you
I had to cut him off cus I been Dreaming about the feds coming
You was cool but ion know what Yo mans on
Tekashi 6iine swear yo dog Gone tell on you
But he aint really yo dog niggas Flaw im telling you
I got murder on my mind like im YNW
Yeah I been on my grind BMI Getting revenue
Tekashi 6iine swear yo dog Gone tell on you
But he aint really yo dog niggas Flaw im telling you
I got murder on my mind like im YNW
Yeah I been on my grind BMI Getting revenue
Pull-up flexing at the light then I Sped off
Yeah I got them racks all spread Out
Ill still be ten toes down with my Legs off
Big horses in my motor check The exhaust
Bought my bitch a benz coop Took the head off
Pocket full of blue money im Rocking red bottoms
Got racks in a Ram I feel like Jared Goff
Pullup on them bad Bitches like David Hasselhoff

Yeah mon, from the 876 to the 863
When shotta fire you better have Matrix speed
You dunno its Fly Boss Empire
We come to take over the World

Tryna put my whole hood on
Like Trayvon
But why a nigga feel locked up
They wont let me out like Akon
Coming out the trenches they Aint wanna show me the way I Had to make one
Did this shit all by my lonely, no Co defendant
At my granny house had roaches In it
Early morning box of cereal with Roaches in it
I fucked that bitch she said Period was ducking a sentence
Tryna get up in the game I aint Know what was in it
Walking through the door I put My toes in it
If i die recording this song ill put My soul in it
I might pit stop in yo city do a Show in it
I got LJ rocking out he got a pole In it
Fly Boss my apparel bitch you Know that we winning