Tay Keith, this too hard
Ayy, ayy, blrrd
Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment
Servin' narcotics like back in the '80s
We got the gas you can't get at the station
I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy
We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady
Worse come to worst, I'ma send at your ranking
Woke up today, I community gated
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it"
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin'
I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80
Smokin' just make my eyes lower like Asians
I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian
Peep that they thinkin' I feel the vibration
Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation
Flippin' that turf, have you running and racing
These junkies my patients, they walk in impatient
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em, "Be patient"
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement
Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
They tell 'em to come out, we hardest to come out
Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out
Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out
Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out
I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out
My drugs be bookin', they won't put the blunt out
They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out
All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a burnout
My word is the law, no cap in my bars
Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars
Might want a .30, but lobster walk
1017, we ball to ball
I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind
Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin'
We don't blank on missions, now he missin'
Swimmin' with the fishes
Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten
Strapped up with that glizzy
All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim
These not True Religion's
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion
Can't show the internet how I be livin'
Sticks steamer, ride through the city
Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings
On the internet talkin' like bitches
Money come in different ways, I'm a junkie
Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a bitch
Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss
If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk
How you be slidin' but nobody got hit?
Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit
I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss
They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish
I keep goin' up, niggas keep throwin' fits
Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this shit on a fit
Remember they doubted me? Now look, I'm rich
Still in the hood posted up in the bricks
I still mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on god)
Niggas be put up when I'm in the city
I'm tired of beefin' in niggas who snitchin' (y'all niggas snitches)
Niggas don't want smoke, they just want attention
Double R gang, we standin' on business
We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' ('tendin', ayy, big blrrd)
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas, load your choppas, grab your vest

I'm still with them killers from Willet, you know who shoot the best
Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Nets
I'm overdue, so Wock' trill treeshin' 'bout two Percocets
I talk shit like I'm 500 pounds, I'm strapped with like 300 rounds
And I still'll take your bow from you, know who quick to slime some shit down
Drop 30,000 on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav'
I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an eight, I'm in zombie town

And it cost to move, 'cause what I just had
Make sure you sure to a clip when you run down
Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo
We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown
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Blrrd, blrrd
Big blrrd

I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind
Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' (that pussy nigga missin')