Say you gonna get rich and die trying
Screaming f*ck the feds
Hit a lick and lay on the bed
Saying if you lying then you flying
Then you better go
Cause I know the real you
Nobody else can feel you nigga
Flexing flexing
When I get in my bag
You gonna wish you
Put your name on that tag
Flexing flexing
When I get in bag
Better than you at this art
This my craft
I can respect a freestyle off the dome
If you rapping bout trapping
Then I pray you make you home
Got the city on lock
Niggas feeling Pac
Getting shot like Biggie, so we
Gotta keep a glock and
Free my Big Homey
And big bro finally off them papers
December coming soon
And all of us gotta make it
We don't do this rap shit as a last resort
Only the family
This rap this shit aine a sport
NWA
Get the f*ck out my way
Put his head plate
Serve his body like a steak
Only broke niggas sit and wanna f*ck all day
Finesse yo bitch for a ride
Now I'm on my way
Gay bitch I got pride
Shoutout to Young M.A
No money no time so get out my way
You used to the sound of MIA
850 nigga yeah I'm on my way
Bitchhh
Say you gonna get rich and die trying
Screaming f*ck the feds
Hit a lick and lay on the bed
Saying if you lying then you flying
Then you better go
Cause I know the real you
Nobody else can feel you nigga
Flexing flexing
When I get in my bag
You gonna wish you
Put your name on that tag
Flexing flexing
When I get in bag
Better than you at this art
This my craft
I aine got know breath nigga I smoke too much
A L Y S T BITCH!