(Raz Simone - Verse 1) The drop wrapped in extra baggies but it still smells Hundred missed calls on my phone You'd think that I'm in the jail People that I love don't think I love them They don't feel the Braille 5 a my people in the same night text They wanna kill themselves Which do I call first Plus I'm dodging bullets still myself It dont help that butta nigga from my hood I'm the most well known About that Even hatin niggas won't lie to you So when my niggas slide I'm the biggest target ta try to shoot So I became the shooter Treat the courtroom like a booth Not a sound gets out, my lawyer engineering like I'm mute Niggas posting with guns they never use Smilin like it's cute Role models pussy niggas cat walkin thru the minds of youth The NRA hit me up, they wanna do a merger Only time a gun should be an accessory is to a murder If my bitch riding shot gun she'll pop you too She a squirter Matter fact put your head back Im'a clap em myself You don't deserve her Hell no you don't see me in the hood like that Cuz I'm in other niggas hoods tryna joog my packs Cuz I'm out here flipping millions and you still on racks Y'all talking he said she said On Raz an I'm still on facts You lil bitch boy Ain't got no hands so you got a stick boy I'm from DUECE 8 I came down Got hit boy Shot my shit boy Hit them other niggas shits boy Square bitch bought you some J's So now you saying you a pimp boy I understand your time ain't shit But mine is sacred I see the look in they eyes They hypnotized by hatred Lil Boosie told me young nigga stay out the way Busta Rhymes told me, you real They need to hear what you say We was in the same studio That they pulled up and popped 2Pac in Just reminds me I'm on the road But I gotta watch where I'm walkin Hella niggas ain't wit it But they constantly talkin They ain't slick enough ta be snakes But they possibly Opossums Pop pop em Pop pop em My Glock glockin It loves alliteration It ain't shy but it's awesome I been suppose to blow but my timing is flawless I'm reckless in the trap but wit my music I'm tryna be cautions They don't run shit But their lips kinda be joggin My wives don't always wear hijabs But we try ta be modest I prayed for wisdom every night and I got it Like I'm a prophet My momma named me King Solomon That's the truest of prospects They been tryna put more L's on my name But still haven't lost yet Put a couple golds in my teeth But I still haven't flossed yet They say they sleeping on me and I agree But still haven't stopped yet Linked wit some big names in the game But still haven't got checks I'm still my own CEO And I ain't never had a boss yet Ain't got a penny for anybody This street money I'm tossin Threw the water in the pot wit the flowers I'm just waiting to blossom Bro told me to shoot em in the head like before So I'm yelling I got emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.