Yeah
Niggas what it is with me
The fuck
Verse 1:
Wrist hit the pot like an afterschool special
We pray to the dope gods, maneuver like vessel
Yes you thought it was the best too
Nothing like the rest, the cream will rise to the taller that spoil milk settles
Bet he’ll break legs before his big break
Coke mixed with herion, we call that shit a mixtape
Try to break records with ploys are going good
Let this tray out the car, we shooting boyz in the hood
If I cop 8 for 180 flat that’s a love play
Then let the jays put they lips on the shit it’s Beyonce
Streets threw me a curve but I’m living beyond straight
Nigga my word is bond, you still getting your font straight
Surpassed the OGs, they lil bro like phonte
I say, I saw the prices goin up like bond rates
You do 85 for me, I’ll slide 100 grand
You say you fucking with the blueprint
But ain’t fucking with the plan listen
I need re-up off rihanna
3 dollar tips, from her lips calling freaks poppa
We onto, any crime to keep us from the honor
We got our hands on shit like E Honda
Street gotta, weak spot for me ima be
On the beat like tick tick DOG flee collar
Ain’t no happy ending from massaging my ego
Conscience of friendly smiles crowding my vehicle
Call it like a screen, 4K I see it though
Damn niggas wanna stick me like adhesive
Snoop with the nail gun, I’m practicing with Jesus
Through a cross on the chopper cause I’m battling my demons
I spar the thought I ain’t never gonna leave it
If I leave the game who gone be left in the bleachers
Keep it direct with the reaper, I ain’t have a soul to sell off
Scratch off the serial, the flakes is like Kellogg