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Now bitch, let's get right back to business

They start it, I'ma finish

It's just me, Quez, and Leeke, we got that .40 all in Lenox

Told them if a nigga get to trippin', leave his brains right by the fitted

The hardest nigga out my city, ain't nobody fucking with me

But I meant that bein' humble, real rap, this ain't no mumble

PJ might drop next summer, already picked my baby momma

Until then, I'ma keep these condoms

And some shit with a clip that's shaped like commas

So run up you get stretched just like the rest who 'bout that drama

Heard the trap back open, what you need? Molly, pills, or weed?

Just pull up on a nigga out East, so hot make sure you clean

Still hit the south that shit be sweet, on 103rd, might meet a freak

Make sure she creep, 'cause if it's sweet then we gon' slide down moncrief

Niggas ain't never slide down my street, I wasn't worried, I never cared

They know my granny was sittin' right there in that chair, sayin' prayers

A nigga slide then that's death, DOA knocked out his breath

'Cause we got shooters cross these streets, and we got choppers up these stairs

And that's on God, bitch, I ain't lyin', I can do this without even tryin'

Told them play blind, 'cause they don't wanna see me shine and grind

Since 2016 I been in my prime, I was stuck in them trenches

But made it out, I guess that shit was perfect timin'

I'm that nigga, don't need the diamonds

Don't need the watch, I told them watch

I'll say fuck it and hit the block, I'll say fuck it then drop the top

You don't wanna beef 'cause nigga's droppin', especially not 'bout no thot

'Cause it's already gettin' hot and she already eatin' cock in here

Brodie got his Glock in here, I say, "Go, it ain't no stoppin' him"

Shaquille it ain't no blockin' him

Shit real, they say niggas gettin' killed behind Lil Poppa them

My brother hit the curve and make a serve, say he got rocks on him

The early bird get the worm, so he say motherfucker the cops and them

Them youngins got Russian choppas on them, ain't never left America

I had to leave the bitch alone, she got to tweakin' talkin' marriage

And I'ma get this money and fuck on London, ain't talkin' Paris

Fuck 'em up, buy another pair, 'cause that's some shit that I don't cherish

Heard the opps smoke like Swishers, these niggas don't want no issues

Tryna put a nigga on a picture, it's a G on every pistol

On Perc's and weed, don't need no liquor, I'll probably never forgive him

So we gon' turn him to a victim, him and whorever with him

I just said my prayers, I'm feelin' great, finna roll me up some, wait

You know they want me to watch what I say

How many J's you smoked? Eight

How many pills you on? 'Bout four

Finna pop four more, bitch, that's eight

Besides the bullshit life's great

I can enter the heaven gates off my face

And I'm loaded, she say, "Pull up", I say, "Bitch I'm on my way"

I heard that bitch home, hope she got her dick on, when they knock off her face

And they been scopin', know these youngins 'round me roguish

Young and ready and hopin', tryna bust his head wide open

Say I'm slept on but I ain't trippin', I'ma keep grindin' until I'm noticed

Real is rare and I'm one of the rare, fuck nigga, I'm chosen, no more errors

Name another nigga harder than me in this era

Bar for bar, fuck all the likes, comments and shares

You ain't never looked down that barrow, make a nigga tuck his tail

Pressure been applied, bond got denied, that's that shit that made you tell

But free my niggas in them systems, I can't wait to y'all here

Slick jumped and I missed 'em, only up from here this our year

Ain't no nigga breathin' I'll fear, brand new Glock with the extra gear

Ayy, twin hot, say he tryna go get him a extra tear, I'm like, "Twin stop"

He just quiet, don't think he a bitch 'cause he really not

For the love of Kim, these niggas don't know nothin' but spin blocks