Niggas change when the lead draw I'm the plug you run off on and end up with your legs gone Patience short and bread long I've been through a lot of shit in this game, but it made me headstrong Mink blanket keep the bed warm Where I get it from, I got it made like the special ed song I'm the nigga that the feds on Might see me with a fluffy French bulldog that's red, huh I be dead calm If something said wrong, I transform to a lead stone Hope you read Psalms Your future I understand, cause getting blood on our hands, how we read palms Say a prayer for my dead moms and my brother Until we back together, I'mma bear arms My shooters know I care for em They treat me like FedCon I'm that nigga in red foam
I'm a fork in a pot, my wrist circling Talking O's and blocks like Lil Durk and them I don't care how good his verses is If the nigga a rat or if he pussy, I can't work with him We FOIs getting ROIs My first year in the game, I was the ROI They ain't got no drip, they gonna borrow mines And borrow mines, huh? Fucking models like the Jack Harlow guy I just get their head and fuck her We get bread and duffels so the feds wanna arrest and cuff us Niggas ain't gonna never touch us They know I'm always trying to brush into a fade I'm Chicago on poetic justice How many pointers in a chain? I have carried each Was in the field and my shoulder pads wearing cleats Toasted glass, wear the cleat Broken man, he in the streets And on sight, mean we on your ass anywhere we meet Been better, cashmere sweater, treach rocker when it's ten weather Fuck a debit card, give me mine in cash, I spend better Leg broken, I still ain't going out on a limb, never Money stretched like went beyond a nigga I've been pressured The fluorescent Balenci shades, the Midas touch If I was involved, it was history made And Portofino sipping vino like it's lemonade They on Instagram with your chain if you mention my name We sold weight for real, now we having label deals Shooter bipolar, I'm trying to get him to take his pills I be on May, but still, I need a place way in the hills Comparing me to whoever, I'm like, is they for real? I do the beats as equivalent to a Draco kill Not only putting chinks in your armor, we about to break your shield Punching like Bud Crawford until I break your will The pain is real The undisputed champ reigning still Machine, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
