You stay busy trying to make yourself look like the victum
Imma take you there
Imma make you one
Imma make you eat them words i hope your stomach empty
Yeah that nig' gon' eat these hot ones i ain't taking 'bout chicken
You a hasty one
When you left I had a parade bigger than the Macy's one
Take the top of his biscuit off like it was flaky ones
Top of the top with my goodfellas, not the Scoresese ones
Too many racks to save you one of em
Nigga want pull up on me to smoke but i got cigarettes bigger than that
Nigga wanna see my darkside it get grim dont know where silhouette at
You be hitting them nats im chilling boy i be here to relax
You niggas spending them racks too fast, you nigga be spending your last
Work in penskee, know its risky, don't let em frisk me
Niggas like me only fearing God
I'm putting on Fear of God with the Christians