Barely started

Aye
Can I make this fucking clear?

I be rolling with some shooters (grah)
They'll really do ya (huh?)
She really got me hard, and I ain't talkin' no Medusa (grah)
Been making song and growing weed, call me a producer (what's up)
I make it for my people 'cause we get no hallelujah (grah)
Back it up, racks are up

Hennessy, be catchin' up (grah)
Don't play with my name 'cause I swear I'll really smack you up (nothing)
Cautious who your friends are, 'cause the rats and snakes will dab you up (rah)
I'm grinding every day, still don't think I be in the lab enough (grah)

Huh, and I barely just started (ah)
Trying the whole gang, you really can't be that retarded (nah)
Man of many talents, I way more than just an artist (grah)
Best in my city, I swear to God I've been the hardest (ah)

Yeah, I'm finna boss up, feeling like Capone (yeah)
Hunnits' yeah, I toss up, I did it on my own (rah)
We outside the block up, still I feel alone (yeah)
Yes, I got my Glock tucked, I'll hit you with this chrome (grah)

My girl pack a gun just in case she gotta shoot it too (grah)
Call me pussy up on the net, but I ain't scared to shoot at you (huh)
Said you gettin' bad, but I spent your whole check on some shoes (shoes)
Can't listen to critics 'cause they do not know what I've been through

I be rolling with some shooters (grah)
They'll really do ya (huh?)
She really got me hard, and I ain't talkin' no Medusa (rah)
Been making song and growing weed, call me a producer (what's up)
I make it for my people 'cause we get no hallelujah
Back it up, racks are up

Hennessy, be catchin' up (rah)
Don't play with my name 'cause I swear I'll really smack you up (nothing)
Cautious who your friends are, 'cause the rats and snakes will dab you up (rah)
I'm grinding every day, still don't think I be in the lab enough (grah)

Only talking to the real, these fakes I don't associate (ah)
She pulled to the crib ain't my birthday, but she gave me cake
Say you smokin' who? We'll wet you up just like a lake (grah)
Hop up in that coupe, pop it up then we drive away

I be rolling with some shooters (grah)
They'll really do ya (huh?)
She really got me hard, and I ain't talkin' no Medusa (grah)
Been making song and growing weed, call me a producer (what's up)
I make it for my people 'cause we get no hallelujah