Forever OTS

Man Paolo killed this shit

Miles bridges call me a hornet the way my gun sting
Used to be broke, now money tall as Yao Ming
Dreaming of the money you ain't even Martin Luther king
Shot him in the chest, now his shirt look like an onion ring

I ain't tryna shoot, at the opps cuz I'm only tryna run a fade
No this ain't a water gun, but u know I'll make it spray
Brody's working 9-5s but talking bout my day to day
Know I always dreaming bout the money call me MLK

You be stepping on the brakes, I be stepping on the pedal
Pull up to his crib with one intention make him meet the devil
I already beat the game, you still at the first level
tryna beef with me, I ain't even tryna get it settled

You be working so hard starting I'm just chilling at the third string
Too accurate I'm on my Larry Bird thing
Finished all my goals you still focused on the first thing
Whip from New York cuz you know it never sturdy

Too much bread ion Need any jersey sales
I'm too smart ion even need to go to yale
Member I was broke now I'm not my money never stale
Tryna be up u get a better chance at buying bail

Never lacking
Had to take my hat off cuz you know I'm never capping
Had to step my game up cuz they sleeping they napping
You know Pringle's is the only chips the haters always stacking

I don't care if she obese I'm a gold digger
Tryna beef with me ima stab you then I'll pull the trigger
Feel like Miles Bridges if she argue then you know I'll hit her
Driving ninety in a forty-five I think it was the liquor

This song is too hard
They can send to the best prison still got better bars
Had to change my dealer cuz u know that I need better cars
People saying this is my best verse but this is just the start

Too much bars ion even know what to say
Way too rich ion need to use a single bank
Ima be at the top forever you can call me Drake

Feel like Drake cuz I want this forever mane
The only MJ you better than is Mary Jane
Ion start beef cuz I don't wanna look for fame
Know I'm way to high ion even mean I'm on a plane

When I'm with Paolo you know that they never spin the block
Sitting on a throne cuz I'm a king, like DeAaron Fox
When they hear my verse they already know it's time to stop
You just gotta stop

Two minute verses like I'm Jay-Z gotta watch the throne
Ducking all the haters they too fat u know I gotta prone
Call me Baby Keem the way I don't need me a second phone
Call me Baby Keem

Shots are getting accurate I'm feeling like I'm Luke Kennard
These bars are getting horny yeah you know that they are very hard
Running out of bullets so we stabbed him with a metal shard
Twenty homies sitting in jail, feel like Derek Carr

She always staring at my chains she a gold digger
Money tall as Kevin Hart you know it's gonna grow bigger
Brodie talking shit so we pushed him in the wood chipper
White boys smoking hella weed, bunch of mac millers

Used to be him, now you're not you like Zaya Wade
Unky has no air conditioning, he ain't getting paid
Gave us Britney Griner for a shooter that's a shitty trade (that's a shitty trade)

All this green up on my body looking like Michigan fans
Keep on talking shit bro on my life we'll be clipping your mans
Putting me as coach yeah I don't play I be making the plans
Looking like a predator the way we be sliding in vans

Start and finish with the heat, how I feel like Bimbo Coles
Come and get your mom, she be riding on my stripper pole
Unky in the trap talking shit, we might take his soul
Brodie taking shooting like he Westbrook, he don't know his role

Kick a fan out the stadium feel like Draymond Green
Brodie posted with an ugly bitch now he can't be seen
Beam on his chest like Iron Man call him AC Green
Know I'm always working overtime feel like Yung Lean

Unky looking stupid asked the plug for a weed
Brodie talking hella shit cuz I'm the one he tryna be
Up and coming know I never miss bitch can't you see
White man always talking shit, hop off my D