[ Featuring YCF ]
Don't talk shit, little nigga, go ahead and run up
You pushing up, Daisies, six feet with your feet up
If your homies wanna fight, you can tell them niggas meet up
Heard your bitch wanna f*ck, so I told that hoe to link up
I've been in the streets serving up until the sun up
The plug dropped off the coke, you know it's time to cut up
Niggas be actin' funny, so you know we keep our guns up
Bullets gonna catch you, so you better not nut up
Damn, I have a headache, have to toe-tag em
Smoke a lot of weed, but never chase a dragon
Open up your book and read a bit about me
Stay out too late for my friends and my family
You can try to block me, but you never gonna dam me
That's another hater there, leave it up to Beaver
If I ain't stacking money, bet she ain't either
I could put you out with the trash, I don't need it
Said she was leaving, I said, see you next weekend
I wasn't born this way, maybe I was born a heathen
But I was born for a meaning, my mind full of demons
A nigga heart so cold, man, I swear that I'm anemic
If pop want smoke, I'ma leave a nigga wheezing
When that thing start clicking, that's when I will stop squeezing
Why you concerned about me, your bitch is having problems breathing
While you out lookin' for me, I'm feelin' my mouth full of semen
Back on my grind, Makin' money, I'm achieving
If a nigga talk shit, then I'll leave his family grieving
You know my heart cold, so they pull up with they heaters
But if you come to my region, these bullets is what I'm feeding
My guns got allergies, so they steady sneezing
Money on my mind, so you know I'm steady scheming
The bitches steady lying, so the truth is misleading
Niggas say they God, so I'm unleashing my demons
I'm a lion amongst these hyenas
Bitches think they fast, I know how to spot a cheetah
Niggas be rats, so I'ma follow the procedure
If you wanna meet God, that's a sure way to meet em
Niggas think they fast, I know how to spot a cheetah
Niggas be rats, so I'ma follow the procedure
If you wanna meet God, that's a sure way to meet him
Said he was an atheist, I made him a believer
Pull out the AR and rearrange his features
I was on the block with the dealers in the heater
In the trenches, serving up the monsters and the creatures
If pop want smoke, I'ma leave a nigga wheezing
When that thing start clicking, that's when I will stop squeezing
While you concerned about me, your bitch is having problems breathing
While you out lookin' for me, I'm filling her mouth full of semen
Crying cause she cold, so I'm pulling out my heater
Said Smith and Wesson, it's really nice to meet ya
I'm a basement dweller yet, you're my favorite feature, running for the future
Quicker than Old Yeller, slower than the Bank of America teller line
Harder than the death of JFK being televised
Quicker than a pack of rabbit ninja throwing kitchen knives
Hotter than a hootenanny full of giant fruit flies
I keep the strap on me just in case I got ta utilize
F*ckin' with my brother, that's how you niggas get euthanized
Must've done you dirty, just know that I apologize
Hurt people, hurt people, a nigga been traumatized
