Tell ah nigga pipe down he ain't on shit Hollering this and that pussy nigga come spin sum Posted up like nick wit hella drums Told the nigga spin but Ik he ain't that dum Catch 5 to the head wit that dumb dumb Mommy said leave the streets alone you the one son I need bag like a crack head I need it Been going hard on the mic I'm conceited Got stay with the heat I'm anemic They took 5th long Live the fucking demon We going make sure you ain't die for no reason Roddy rich we going ball every season Sticked up all my niggas some reapers Really in the field them niggas in the bleachers Hating on us bitch nigga get ya funds up Ain't chasing a bag den you can't come around us Nah iont freestyle I get down in the notes You deep down in waters we sinking ya boat You heard lul mook ain't no throwing down 4s You run up on me ima blow snotty nose Ain't nobody help me did this shit on my own My momma ain't like it I was smoking big gas Had to hop off the porch told my momma I'm grown Everybody round me sticked up If you think you wan beef pussy nigga better have you a tone Got quit smoking blacks bitch fuck wit my lungs Running from 12 ain't no get in that jam My momma not straight can't be lock in that can I heard that he cool him down like a fan Drew Brees wit the dot hit him and his mans Damn They think I can't do it but Ik that I can Back den I was trying come up off a gram Now I'm trying get a show no less than a band I'm trying get that bag and they praying that I flop Posted up like shaq on that mf block I got niggas kick door for that mf Gwaup Just like a high five meet me up at the top They hating on ne cause my pockets got knots You pull up in the trench bet ya shit getting parked We be playing that iron like our last name starks Sticky situation nigga yea I think this the one I remember back then i was doing this for fun But a nigga started hating so that playing shit done Some how I got fans but they claim that I suck They threw me in the booth now nigga wassup I ain't have rap dreams did this shit out the strength Late night early morning up tryna get Rich I'm deep in the trench smoking opps onna step Think you choosing the right path shit going left Slide to my hood better hope that you blessed My niggas they shooting to kill str8 neck shot Them hollow tip bullets going leave you a bald spot Them niggas be str8 wit a band they flex on the gram I can't get wit that Know some niggas riding wit some straps Spin the block if we miss we spinning back Know some shooter that don't know how lack When you see em already know he got the strap Why they hating trying put the a onna map Think I'm done wit this shit man it's a wrap And If iont blow then it's back to the trap