Just gonna do what I do man
Don’t…don’t worry about none of that extra shit
Mr. Fritz…
Iluhdis…
Yo
Goat talk, yeah I been one/
Toast spark for the income/
Chopsticks for the dim sum/
Seen ya last check that's a dim sum/
With the coldest raps/
Mr. Fritz had been known to snap/
While you tryna buy coats off racks, my niggas wanna buy up culdesacs/
Mattapan I was born and raised, I remember days we had roaches, rats/
Had to cope with that/
Got heat where the stove was at/
From a city where the soldiers at/
Know some bitches wanna get me like I owe them cash/
You get a whip, you get a whip, you get a whip/
Got em thinking that I got Oprah's stash/
I ain't chilling with those cobras
Them gonna have 5-0's comе and open bags/
Like, wherе the holsters at?/
Find none, then I roast his ass/
Swine come then I ghost his ass/
Headshots, then I'll leave em where the vultures at/
Little niggas can't ball like this goddamn
Somebody should've coached his ass/
Heard ya catalog and I gotta say, on dogs
Everything that you wrote was trash/
You could quote this, facts/
Get a job filling grocery bags!/
Street dreams like I'm '03 Fab/
Understand that you are fucking with an OG fam/
Gang green but a Kobe fan/
Now and forever nigga
(These niggas standing on too much business man…)