I just spent too many minutes Watching little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me I just spent the winter living After someone tryna send a kill shot, missing me Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Why you think they call me "The Gunner"? I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me
Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill Grew up scrapping and I still will We can take it back to 2012 I was trapping on the tour bus with Meek Mill Take it back to Cleveland, When they gave chase, 17 years, no plea deal 2014, when the people try to rob me in the lobby I bet they can feel the feet still Point out my enemies soon as they mention me Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually I just can't wait until the day I run into you physically For everything that I went through mentally When it felt like everybody in the world was against me When all the critics and every article trying to offend me My daughter slapped a kid for talking 'bout me in elementary
We ain't playing, it's deeper than the thing People getting checked for disrespecting the Philly name Two chopsticks, no lo mein Hollow tips, got no name Bust them shit's with no aim Like it's Bird Box but the blindfold is a black flag This time it come from a face The dashcam just saw me kill on everybody
I got off on floor 13, no in between I roll my weed with fontaine leaf I chop my coke on hotel keys I chop this face like Constantine Constantly get déjà vu I see me when I look at you I never die, I multiply So don't cry at my funeral
I just spent too many minutes Watching little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me I just spent the winter living After someone tryna send a kill shot, missing me Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Why you think they call me "The Gunner"? I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me
What would this generation of hip-hop be Without me here to piss y'all off I see the blogs, I read the comments I'm confused, I need to pause Look at y'all waiting on me to fall off While I'm looking at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf I sold 40 million records, I ain't even 30 Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I been in One legend that tried to fuck with me and got the venom One publication that said that I will never be in it One agent that told me without it, my career was be finished And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em We ain't sucking no dick in the 21-6 Bro, I always should've landed like Beckham On the thirteenth floor with a weapon
I heard that they call me, yeah, let 'em in I got something for 'em, yeah Please forgive my sins Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah I can't wash this shit Wake up, say, "Good morning, " yeah Like I forgot
I got off on floor 13, no in between I roll my weed with fontaine leaf I chop my coke on hotel keys I chop this face like Constantine Constantly get déjà vu I see me when I look at you I never die, I multiply So don't cry at my funeral
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