In That Cullinan

I use to eat some chips for dinner
I had ritz, aint want no Fanta
My mainman pulled out his camera
Showed the book just how I'm living
Politicking for the P
Sometimes I look back with resentment
I don came to far to mimic
Why they think I need a gimmick
I was out there doing me
And I was showing out for us
I ain't worried bout no skee who getting flipped on back the bus
Ay Retro say that shit again
Sometimes I feel like I can't win
Remember what I represent
That 6 gon spin
Just gotta bend
I'm way back inside this murder shit
My brothers tryna murder shit
That pack came in
I just be tryna flip it on some burger shit
That boa legit
I sent a couple rounds to ease his mind
Long as that dope exist
Then I'm gon cop a eighth
And skate I grind
Ima dade county nigga baby
Don't forget Miami
I fell asleep on bitches who just tryna suck me like some candy
Body bag, they gotta hand it
Leave me alone, Ion want no candids
I'm too busy dodging cameras, I ain't famous comprehend me
Ayy what you on
They on hear me five, i'ma spray this bihh for miles
They done with perpertrating, still gon face em, karma coming round
I'm back up on my retro shit, give bars shit on mars shit
We hit the stage, gripping on my fire, can't touch that mosh pit

I say murder him
We play murder film
We aint fucking off
We drop brothers and
Cousins and
Mothers and
Sisters and
Uncles and
Aunties and
Gang nem
Jump right in that cullinan

Back inside that block, they stood for blocka over anything
The hoods changing, niggas rearranging c laiming anything
Back inside that motor sport, dont thinl this bitch aint got a torch
His youngings hopping off the porch
I Pray that they Dont clock me short
I'm dropping five
You dropping ten
Nigga what you tryna do
I flow it different
Then you copy
Nigga what you tryna prove
I ain't been consistent
But you can't just jock me
Just to get some views
Ion care how they rocking
If dat boy don't stop it
Itwice he on the news
I feel position
Money ties
I know that shit pure evil for a soul
Feeling like kenvil
Ram in that bitch with no armor on
They could say Whatever bout me
Niggas talk like bitches
30 in extensions
Add a switch his brains be missing
Live life like a superstar
Ride in ordinary cars
Tryna pave a way but shit I face
It got me in at odds
Aint shit else to do
Smoking having convos
Me and god
Shit I'm on probation
Smoking potent
I just beat the law
Fifty in this blick
And it's a 9
Call that major nine
Catch me with that stick
I want his time
This a major sign
Warring bout some shit
That ain't bout money
I can't follow you
She gon slurp the kid and make the noise
That sound like autotune

I say murder him
We play murder film
We aint fucking off
We drop brothers and
Cousins and
Mothers and
Sisters and
Uncles and
Aunties and
Gang nem
Jump right in that cullinan