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Y'all playing too much and I'm not with the cap
Not the Instagram, Twitter, especially not for snap
And you better not make me mad
He said he bursting through the front but I advise that you rethink it when you stopping at the back
You gon get that top spot Next to god with ya dad
And if you live
You shitting bullets in colostomy bags

I slit my wrist the long way then crossed to the side
I bled out over the table and woke up all revitalized
And bitch I know I should've died
I prayed for these niggas that I wouldn't survive
You want to know why
Cause when I came back to life it was a casket out for the other side

They hated me for a while... but they asking for some more
I know my soul cold as January 1994

In my hood the banners say the paradise
Red pavement blood everywhere all over a pair of dice
Who else is rapping like this and they say is half as nice
The lyrics hotter than 451 degrees Fahrenheit

They lie and say they spinning blocks and toting arms
I'm still on the block you listen close and hear my smoke alarm

They scared that I'mma drop cause I ain't lying everything I write a non fiction story
The last verse the reason I got some bread on my head and like nine niggas on me

Niggas said I wasn't in the streets that's a true statement
I was in school waiting to see if they put his noodles up on the pavement

And I'm the king pin of the operation I know the goals
Can't be the shooter cause that's too far on the bottom of the totem pole

I lied to save my life a couple times and it would often work
Your hood prayed you made it out they prayed I touched the coffin first

I'm with my family if I'm not at the bank
He drop a diss
He gon be attached to oxygen tank

Y'all ain't care that Niggas dying through the year
I got shot and kept the bullets in my back as souvenirs

Not worried about death niggas was dying all the time
She ghosted me the other day
I think she found out my astrology sign
Bringing Twin guns outside
What can I say that's exactly what you get for fucking wit a Gemini

I ain't got shit Virgil designed
Cause I got niggas out west... That's trapping all night
Niggas selling marijuana while they parents off white

And these lines were supposed to be my therapy but it ain't working
Instead I feel like I became I worst person

But you hating and you know you can't afford all of that beefin shit
Talking bout my pockets you can't even afford to keep ya bitch

They say I'm funny but don't fuck with him
I know a little something bout them body bags that's out on Bustleton

Yea today I'm pissed off
Cause niggas tryna play me like I been the underdog

I done tried to be the bigger man
And lend a hand to you niggas
Drop a diss
And Philly got be looking like Sudan for you niggas

I got the artillery to start a war soon
Y'all the street niggas how come I got all the war wounds.

And I told y'all niggas not to play
It's always sunny in Philadelphia Nigga not today