Stand in Line

Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
One year ago last time online

Julz in this bitch
Gold bracelet on my wrist
Call yourself lucky cause i missed
But now comes my fist
Fast like van dam, bad sound, man down, sad clown
Actin though on a playground
Start your coutdown
8, 7, 6, 3, 2, 1
Shit i missed two numbers cause the 4 5 to your dome son
Ain't no one play j u l to the z
Your head okay? lemme check
Cracks like an egg
Blood out that forehead
Motherfucker's dead
Stab in the midsection just to be sure
My mind is fucked up, as my crystal is pure
Cowards so soft, get the fuck outta here to your pedicure
What's all that for
I tryna find out
I'm fucking bitches from here to down south
While screamin out loud
Noone fuckin with me
Cause i'm the G
Of this goddamn century
So stand in line please

Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
One year ago last time online
(last time online)
Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
My chorus bombs like landmines

My chorus bombs like a landmine
My verse hits like the russians the northstream pipeline
Shit i missed a stop sign
Five-O i my rear mirror
Drivin furious cause of the liquore in my back
I ain't 21, i am 20 son
And i'm risin up
Cause i don't give a fuck about casualities
Bring me a bag of weed and my glock-18
Whatsapp status remains last seen one year ago
Reason: homo
Show no love to those enemies
Imma sendin G's, to my homeboys in need
Feel free to shoot at me
But accept the guarantee of tragedy
Nobody cares and u know it
U blow it, i flow
It gives me shivers
Power tastes bitter
Canister full of fuel
Motherfucker black like huell
Damn u goin to school
Stand in line
Cause u stand there fine
Im earnin dimes
Till they all mine in my pocket

Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
One year ago last time online
(last time online)
Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
My chorus bombs like landmines

I put the microphone to my lips and start rappin
Bitches starin at me from sacramento to manhattan
Motherfucker tryna set me up
Nah i'm steppin up
Bitches and blow in the club
Tupac, no bad boys puff
Ask me how much i spend
On the rolexes, no regrets
Noone steppin in my footsteps
Front me and i shoot back
Motherfucker where the loot at
Five-O and his wife askin me where the dude at
No more goodnight kiss
For ex-kids, rest in piss
Gettin desperate, start smokin method
I'm stranded in a house more bitches than heineken beer
Two thousand in this bitch, i'm your biggest fear
J u l back in the set
I wear my tommy jeans u wear a bullet proof vest
Cause i don't feel stressed
Cause no one's tryna mess
So who tryna jack me up
My paper tower's stackin up
Listen and stop talkin son

Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
One year ago last time online
(last time online)
Tell me son (u know it)
You wanna fuck with me (yea)
Then stand in line (oh yea)
My chorus bombs like landmines

Like a fuckin landmine son
(explosion)