Legendary shit, nigga (Yeah) Legendary shit from here on out, nigga Let's go
You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend All of my bros keep a pole in possession We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd
DJ T., Think OJ Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Ahaha) Hol' up, brotha, hol' up, hol' up, man Run that shit back, we gotta start that from the beginning They gotta– they gotta catch all that They gotta catch all that, run that shit back, DJ T I told you niggas! (Yeah) I told you niggas, this just the appetizer February 25th, nigga
You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend All of my bros keep a pole in possession We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested I thank the Lord that he only got seven Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grra, grra, grra)
Put up numbers like Kobe '07 I feel like I'm Mike in them Jordan 11s Mixed stones in my bezel, the Rollie impressive (Woo, woo) (Talk to 'em) Them lil' niggas still gotta get on my level If they want smoke, then you know it's whatever They rappin' 'bout blow that we know they not– (Stop it, ahah) Uh, bro, they gotta stop this shit Why every song 'bout a opp' and rig? When they life really the opposite (Hahaha) I just sit back and I watch this shit Bust down the Benz so the watch can hit The car was five hundred, so I can sit (Woo) On the backseat, it's too hot from stick (Brrr) Park right in front of the club (Yeah) Ice on my neck like I'm Gunna and Thug Cool with the hate 'cause it come with the love This is my life, sex, money, and drugs (Uh) I take my gun in the club (Yeah) My bottles come in a tub (They comin') Street résumé and (I know) Smut on my name, that's a dub (Official) That's on everything that I love (Woo) I just give a nigga dub (Woo) He gon' leave you swimmin' in blood (Woo) He gon' come get it in blood
You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend All of my bros keep a pole in possession We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested I thank the Lord that he only got seven Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grrr)
Free Cuda! That's your bro, you should tell him that we got his low And it's up when we catch him I know the parolies, I know all the felons They just came home, and they two overzealous They know it's some piece in the house, they can smell it They kick in your door, take it all then they bailin' My homie gon' send fifty joints if I tell him Said I can come get 'em, or he can just mail it And you could just wire the bread or just sell it And come back, and get fifty more when you ready You think she a dime, but she really a seven Her pussy on Only Fans, but she don't sell it (Ahaha) I didn't pay anyway, I didn't sweat it That pussy was garbage, so she coulda kept it You say you that nigga if I let you tell 'em When we asked about you, you really irrelevant Niggas ain't try for that bag, they got settlement (Hahaha)
Let's settle it Let's settle this shit, let's settle this shit once and for all, nigga Smokin' on your top five pack tonight We smokin' on your top five pack tonight (Here we go again) God Don't Make Mistakes (Uh)
Now that I got your attention, I got to mention I got some henchmen, they carry Glock with extension They gonna pop if there's tension, goin' to school Fucked up in class, man, I did not listen, got me detention I use to jot on my composition Shit I jotted got me [?] God as my witness, since I done got in the business Shit has been stoppin' my friendships I got to hustle and I got the knowledge and vision I don't see no competition, they show a lot of resentment You at the top, then I promise you I'm on a mission Honestly, I'm in contention (Ha) You drop a project [?] Don't do me no favors I don't need a nigga do me no favors (Nah) My man, mama love, so bro say to get more [?] Who knew the lil' nigga'd grow later to be a young post sprayer Teflon, four layers, he gon' [?] if I okay it I'm only gon' say it one time, man, you niggas better [?] it I'm the best, when y'all niggas gon' say it? I ain't write this, no pen, no paper Two mill' for the deal, nah, it ain't no paper Bad bitch lookin' like Snoh Aalegra, I'ma get her throat later
Tsk, tsk, hah, I told y'all niggas, man It's competition for dinner, it's competitio– It's competition for the motherfuckin'– For the appetizer, for the entrée, for it all, nigga Free Cuda, free C's Rest in piece Machine Gun Black Long live the legend, DJ Shay Everything for Wheeze, you already–Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
