Words of Wisdom - Chapter I

Nigga!
Bitch!
I'm with them gangsterz
Them steppers ain't tryna hear shit
Bitch they deaf
They just wanna get fatal
I knows some Zo's and some Rastas
Ready to slide bout me,
Give em A name and it's Danger
They gone on the way to go k*- them a stranger
You steal from me? Cut off your fingerz
You can catch me in the stu or the court
Im the truth, bitch I'm bound to come out with a banger
I got them packz of the Za coming in
They ain't going for much 33 Danny Granger
I got a bad lil bitch from the country, she tell me I'm pressure
That's from every angle
She got a best friend and she wanna see what I'm about
2 can play at that game, we can tango
Took a taste out the rainbow
Just a thong and a raincoat
Hit the bitch with my main
Gave her dicc made her hangover
But no bitch you can't stay over
Cause it's bacc to the Trapp
With them racks in my lap
Ain't no cap in my rap
Throwing hooks with the jab
You ain't fuccin with that?!
Then we running it bacc
B*tch I ain't finna chat

They screaming out
Gangster,
Crip,
.45
Hip
Heaux Nicca
Flipped
A Whole lotta shots through the whip
Don't let them heaux niccas play in your ear
You come play with this shit b*tch yo ass gon get k*-
You know deep down b**ch that's not how you feel
Stop that hating fucc nicca, just speak how you feel
Cause shit can get real or hot
(Poosy)
Either way it's gon leave with your ass in a box,
Don't give af if we blood or not
Disrespect me yo ass gon get pop'd
I don't like Niccas who show out for heauxs
Pillow talk to look cool for some heauxs
Just for me to come buss down your heaux
Posting picks like you that
But your ass really broke, heaux!
Ha, A Joke
Graduated and start sealing doors
I put that work in start moving bowls
I put that work in I ain't going broke
I took the rap game and put it in a chokehold
Having boo coo of racks getting work gone
Got them heauxs screaming WHO?! like I'm Mike Jones
Ouh she uh dog bout to clean off the bone
I was him before I ever wrote a song
Senior year business law getting dome
I'm like nah, she like fuccin it we grown
Naija boy, so you know I put on
Gone, on these heaux ass niccas thinking they stopping some shit
Nicca you ain't stopping shit you is a b*tch
B*tch I'm the one who hop out get to clapping at shit, like a choir at the church getting lit
Oh okay unfollow a nicca, like that shit supposed to bother a nicca
Like I'm straight from the bottom lil nigga
Cut from that cloth like my momma and sister
Like the heauxs, these niggas be bitter
Like I fucc'd on they heaux and I hit her
Toxic
Like a bitch on her period
Posting quotes like you woke
I ain't hearing it

Nigga!

(They screaming out
Gangster,
Crip,
.45
Hip
Heaux Nicca
Flipped
A Whole lotta shots through the whip)