Hey yo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts Tryna slide on us, the choppers a bust, body get struck Shotty tucked, bakin soda just so my product can fluff Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us Woah... its like you pussy niggas ain't learn So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward Erry bar raw, its like eight birds And I didn't write a word This shit is showtime like when Magic played Bird You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras Mac with the compressor sittin on the dresser I'm applying all the pressure, I am the aggressor Send my dog to [?], lay you on a stretcher I don't fuck with rappers, they can't get a verse from me Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally I could sent a shooter through and have you merked for me Niggas don't want problems, they wanna work for me Yay sit in the pan, Bape shit in Japan If I know the nigga snake I don't shake the nigga hand I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand You'll need an operation when I spray shit, nigga scram I swear I'm in a hell of a zone Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on I ain't drop an album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown Coulda been worse, I could be callin from the jail on the phone Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone Don't make me hit you in yo head with this chrome Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known I mash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone, Machine bitch, ahh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
