(Don't you get it?) (Huh, tuh)
I got you more drank (hey, huh)
Yeah, you talking easy
Stop rappin' my life, nigga
♪
Huh, real nigga, famous rapper, I ain't nothin' fake
Bitch, only the family matters, so no, you ain't safe
Tuh, show you 'bout that blender action, put you on a play
That ain't gangster if you Instagram, go get your lil' fame
Fuck you mean, buy it back
Boy, you better pawn that lil' shit 'fore your grave
The whole world couldn't wait for me to slip, yeah, okay, okay
Yeah, you did your thing, nigga, got yourself some bling
But you fucked up on one thing, nigga, ain't put one in my face
And I'm still not checkin' in with nobody
Y'all not puttin' no fear in nobody
And I still be everywhere with nobody
Tuh, hey, with nobody
One day, this big-ass heart gon' get me zipped
Kеpt it too real with y'all, you niggas switched
I went on licks with y'all, don't you forgеt
Come on now, don't try to play me like I'm s-
Like I'm soft, 'cause you know I get on bullshit
Don't act like I wasn't in y'all city shreddin' all the hooligans
My kids made me soft, fuck my pride, they gotta see me live
But respect ain't goin'
And, and this don't go unfinished, and it ain't no time on that
I am not you dumb niggas, get put in that trick bag
I really played the streets, nigga, shred, shred, no mask
Took shit, all hands, up blicks, sit on them hands
And I ain't checkin' in with nobody
With nobody
With nobody
And I'm still nobody
(Tuh, from the E-Ray)
If it's fuck you, then it's fuck you, no apologies
We'll never cop a plea, I'll never swap teams
I ain't even got it in me
(The biggest creature)
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(Oh no, Flint Route did that)
(Thank you, JC)
(Oh, who's that?)
Hey, tuh (open up, open up, fuck you)
So many failed attempts on my life (tuh)
It's a reason they ain't finish me (phew)
They tried to do your baby just like Kennedy (uh)
But that boy Lonnie got the hard-to-kill remedy
Tah, they wonder how I lived from a headshot
Niggas is hard to kill from my block (tuh)
We been rich since we was youngins, so they think we made it
Affiliated with the murderers, the hustlers
We ain't come up Crip and Blood gangbangin' (phew)
I grew up seein' unc' cook a bird up (bird)
And don't forget that Strathmo was the worst, dangerous (dangerous)
And we was robbin' new niggas tryna hang with us
I been tryna write and stay focused
But why they tryin' me like I won't get back on that
Right back on that (tuh, huh)
No face, sorry, mama, I'm not a killer
But I gotta get these niggas whacked
Back on that
These pussies got me fucked up