Foot On Neck

These niggas ain't even in my league
Got my foot on they neck they can't even breath
I been out the way maintaining my peace
Tryna stay safe in these dangerous streets
Make this pape off slanging these p's
They tryna keep up they can't hang with me
I'm playing for keeps
I'm slaying these freaks
I stay with that heat
Every day I gotta eat
Topic of yo conversation
I just made a observation
I'm the hottest stop debating
I'm just not with all the faking
You must have gotten me mistaken
When I pop out don't be hating
Must have forgot my occupation
Niggas watch for inspiration

He showed his hand but I knew he would fold
I cut em off he wasn't true to the code
Ask about me I was really moving them bowls
Road running we done got used to them tolls
I took so many trips I remembered the route
Flooded the city we sending em out
Made a killing just from sitting in the house
Last summer was mine I was lit in the drought
They can't compare and they don't come close
I'm too rare I'm the one they want the most
I can't take em serious I know he a joke
They know that I'm fearless they know my approach
We can go toe to toe ain't gotta blow my pole
Niggas be hoes on the low getting exposed
I heard that he told when the feds hit the door
They found the load finna dig em a hole



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Writer(s): Byron Perry Jr
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