[ Featuring B coop ]
Mama had me in that starter jacket Fila sneaks (Fresh)
You must remember where you started at to be released (Let's go)
Dark clouds overhead, Raining bullets like Seattle
It's a couple motherf*ckers when I see you we gon Battle (when I see you, you know what time it is)
Don't go and tuck your tail, ain't no need in tryna tattle
Niggas just be wanting beef, give me the leader of the cattle
When you show me where your head at
Ima tell you how I'm moving
Niggas ask me how I get that I tell them distribution
I'm just tryn let my bread stack other then that I'm booling
Run up on me it's a death trap we left he wasn't moving (shhh)
They think I'm still selling dope, I'm not
I was broke now I got alot! (Uh Racks!)
I know that they want what I got
So even when I'm home hands on with that motherf*cking Glock
Yea should be taking notes but you plot
She my hoe not a thot
This a boat not a yacht bitch
Grab her by her throat make her pop
Know you hope that I flop
But ain't shit that you could do to ever stop this!
They told me I won't built for this
Well look here bitch you can get killed for this
I'm standing on business (standing on that shit Nigga)
You keep on looking back and missin' shit (whoa)
This Xowl shit you ain't equipped for this (whoa)
We killing shit with diligence
I say f*ck Lucifer I'm off the chain (you know wassup with me nigga)
Like King David I ran to God cause I know what's the cost of fame (I know)
Don't call my name unless you show respect
Cause we'll take off your brain (watch how you be speakin on me)
We not the same made it through the rain
Look what I became
This local joker Nigga don't respect, the drip
I'm walkin over his bitch like the ex, corsist
She going low guess she fell for my neck, my wrist
You going broke steady tryna impress a bitch
No more selling them guns we gon need those straps
And stay away from all these bums writing Rico raps
Waved it in your face before how you ain't see those traps
I get the picture now we'd rather scream free kodak
They told me I won't built for this
They said I was ignorant
Well look here bitch you can get killed for this
I'm standing on business (standing on that shit Nigga)
You keep on looking back and missin' shit (whoa)
This Xowl shit you ain't equipped for this (whoa)
We killing shit with diligence
I say f*ck Lucifer I'm off the chain
Like King David I ran to God cause I know what's the cost of fame (I know)
Don't call my name unless you show respect
Cause we'll take off your brain (watch how you be speakin on me)
We not the same made it through the rain
Look what I became
VVs on my neck lil bitch
These ain't no damn Cubans
Got so many of them hoes obsessed with me I don't f*ck no more groupie
Water onna skis with the f*ckin barracudas
Take a picture make it last please bitch your ass a loser!
In this bitch goin in under my chin a pool or something
I knew I was goin win jump in a Benz do the numbers
I got killas on go for me I know they gon handle the hit
This poetry took me from pork and beans and sandwiches bitch
Your mental need some credentials go head and handle that dick
And if it ain't ringing bout royalties don't even answer that shit
Ain't no defense play for keeps we gon win win win
We spin you front your move so f*ck it spin again
All in Japan they be streaming me
All the bad bitches they dream of me
I got them knockin and feigning me
She suck it up now she cleaning me
I make this shit look too easily
I do this shit with ease
You can do it but you gotta believe
They told me I won't built for this
Well look here bitch you can get killed for this
I'm standing on business (standing on that shit Nigga)
You keep on looking back and missin' shit (whoa)
This Xowl shit you ain't equipped for this (whoa)
We killing shit with diligence
I say f*ck Lucifer I'm off the chain (you know wassup with me nigga)
Like King David I ran to God cause I know what's the cost of fame (I know)
Don't call my name unless you show respect
Cause we'll take off your brain
We not the same made it through the rain
Look what I became
I just put Patek on my other arm
I just put baggetts on another charm
My last bitch say I done her wrong
Foreign swag bitch yeah that's what I'm on
Younging gripping a Tek he gon shoot something
When you keep it real nigga you ain't gotta prove nothing
She gone give it up I don't f*ck around
We gon hit em up we gon run em down
