Well, one of these ol´ pussy-ass niggas do what y´all salute (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch-ass niggas know they actin´ cap (Yeah, yeah, yeah) "Luca Brasi"
On the road, back to back for shows, and I ain´t get a cent off that (At all) Back to cookin´ fish, smell like a brick, I got that scent off that (On God) Closed doors, ones closest hurtin´ your emotions (Huh?) Then get ´round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (Hmm) I can´t go along to get a long, I´m a big soldier (Easy) Killa Stone reincarnatin´, all Magnolia That other nigga, we are not the same, fall back homie (Bitch) I am downtown, night ward, Baton Rouge, big dawg E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin´ off (Woo) Meditate, Seroquel, Elavil, sick cough (Roof) New buildin´, violated
Got shipped, ten songs I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard Bad karma come to those who cross me, bust the beef here (Boom, boom) 70805, I pull up, hop off, got some street cred´ Lil´ one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga, he dead I´m major league swingin´ this big bitch, you know how we play it Copied all my tats, he actin´ like he put in work for this (Yeah) You ain´t work the trench, you pussy bitch, you rode a bunch of dicks Heal with that retinol, yeah Four niggas in folders, yeah Lord´s got a name for it, don´t know what to call it yet
Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti (Wah) King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Wah) Tell Lil Hank, that´s my gangster, Jonathan like John Stockton Know if I go back, I could lay back ´cause I know that he got me [Dre?] chillin´ my accountant, buku money counters counting I get John Wheeler, all of his responses gon´ be copied (Gone) Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded (What up?) Eat that dick up on command, meanin´ she in correspondence Pretty feet, I nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment (Oh)
All up in her arteries, I slang that dick in high performance Real drug lord fresh, Kevin dress designer garments Plugged in, I´ma [make colder?], opposite of boring Really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot You knew ´bout Gates, 2008, you call that bitch the Match Box Safety pin and nitro digit scales, I´m moving crack out Lil´ bitch off Tennessee in here with me, I blew her back out My partner tellin´ me the game foul, I should back out My same partner left me in a gown with my back out
Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out Real big speakers, you ain´t did no time, it just don´t add out Vroom, Urus wide body kit, I whip the Lamb´ out Talked about by pussy niggas who indigent with they hand out Heroin and syringes, real militant, it should tan out First niggas said they stand on nation business, I´m official Feelin´ like Demar Derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious They salute the fakes, say, "Fuck the real," I wonder what I did ´em I got plenty pretty women whom I won´t give no commitment Steppin´ on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission
I know music cool, but I know sellin´ drugs would get me richer With the shit of life sentence come with this and I´m convicted