FINAL CHAPTER

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter
For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Look, Ya ROE not a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

Move tactical, shit ain't a movie
I got Gs on both sides, they ain't Gucci
That lil ting I was with is a two-piece
Effortless, never gon' die for the coochie (die for nyash?)
If she wanna start move like a groupie
Fuck her friend, take her Emilio Pucci
Know I make that bih sing like she Toosii
Uber back to her man where she should be
I'm 419ing, your card declining
I finesse the game like a record label signing
She was playing games now she whining
Cause she know that I'm on timing
Nigga what the time is?
Brodie what the time is let's overclock this shit
And I been ROE since "04, let's up the stocks in this bitch
Straight from ABJ to Tampa Bay
No mistaking that shit
And I popped a X on my last flight
Don't miss taking that shit

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter
For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Look, Ya ROE not a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter

Look, don't get it wrong
Cuz I'm saying this shit in a song
I might spazz and go call up my son
Nigga hop out the V, know what timing we on
Real life, we attacking (uh huh)
On the mic, I'm spazzing (uh huh)
I been running, tryna bring the packs in
Pray I don't slip, I am not known for lacking
Me and brodie like Woody and Buzz
You run up on us
We making a fuss
And the toys that we got ain't for kids
I lean out the window and do him like Russ
If I spot em, I got em, it's up
If that nigga sus, no time to discuss
Please don't ask if we got it in us
I'll do it, I'm crazy, my head in a flux
I told Tomi it's ABJ up in this bitch
Nigga burning the city a pastime
No sleep for the wicked, I fly out the country
I'm switching these tings like it's halftime
If she told you her nigga ain't getting no bread,
I guarantee she is not mine
I just lean out the window it's bye bye
Know I ain't leaving till sum' get flatlined

For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Gotta tell you Ya ROE ain't a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter
For niggas that's thinking shit sweet
Look, Ya ROE not a rapper
If I feel like it's getting too heated
And vengeance is needed
Then sum' get slapped up
In Toronto i ball like a raptor
Got the packs, I'm a trapper trapper
Got the mud, bring the tractor tractor
Story ain't done this the end of the chapter