Fk Da (Intro)

It's Pacino, baby
Damn, D-Wright got beats
Yeah
Shit, man

Fuck the intro
Look
As this mullets blowin' in the wind
Here let me introduce the pain I'm in it knows no end

Me no pretend I's goin' in like it's my last shit
I did this here underground without a smash hit
We active, fact is, best take a back seat
I'm on my grind, bitch

Runnin' shit like a track meet
Best give me five feet
Drill 'em within an arm's length
You can't ride my wave, buddy

Look, you just shark feed
My heart bleeds this rap shit, but don't get it twisted
Some say I'm next
These haters tell me my shot, I missed it

The shit's I'm with it, so better show some fuckin' respect
I'm on y'all heels
Speed up
I'm comin' for your neck

Live and direct it's
Pacino, baby
I thought you knew
I got a wife and two kids

I got a lot to lose
I got a lot to prove
Trust me, I'm fully aware
Hope y'all prepared for the steppin' cause the bully in here

I'm goin' fully this year
Ape shit, banana clips
AK-47 will trump your hammer fist
I'm glamorous

This is Louisville
It's eat or get ate
Bruh, if I'm starvin' then you food and I'm eatin' your plate
And then you seein' me skate on to the next one

Yes, sir, I'm eatin'
Right now, we blessed, bruh
Can't roll no sess up
Only Za be inside my slaps

I got a thing about time cause you can't get it back
I know one things a fact, I'm done slappin' God in the face
Best watch your mouth cause you ain't got a dog in this race
I put a opp in they place, y'all soft as paper mache

Then roll you up and fire that shit up straight to the face
And then it's straight to the bank what you thought I was jokin'
My shit that thrax play it once and it's gettin' you open
I know y'all wishin' and hopin' upon a little star

That I get bodied and someone rolls me up in a gar
Y'all got me stuntin' this hard, man, this is y'all fault
I'm obligated to shit on all y'all at all costs
Face it, man, y'all lost no way I should even be here

Y'all actin' tough on your records, but believe me, they queer
Oh yeah, the demons in here, best leave this shit to Jesus
Trust me, you'll need it when you layin' there blacking out bleedin'
Your ass is barely breathin', seein' life in retrospect

Fear in your eyes heart beatin' hard as a techno set
What you ain't let go yet? Damn, you truly a fighter
You got mixed up in these streets, you shoulda stayed a writer
Because you ain't a rider, promise it's a done deal

It's unreal, get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here
You mad I'm stylin' on you, ex-junkie wildin' on you
Can't shoot no fair one when all of my dogs is piling on you
We gettin' violent on you, gettin' what you ask for

You mad whore, get it out your blood, pussy, fast forward



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Isaacs
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