17 but I'm serving niggas like a cater
Feel they wanna see me fall but I won't do the favor
Young Instigator Built to spit that instant flavor
F*ck a hater, Mula chaser 'cause the money greater
Anti social, F*ck that I just hate fake niggas
Really no one got to back or tryna split cake with ya
Turn around and stab you fast to make they intake bigger
Get the picture if your homie switch he been fake nigga
Forth to the second but I come with force that be wrecking
Coolin in my Gucci shorts while bitches gorge my erection
Sport my protection
Thirty beam can cross your direction
Armed with a weapon
My verbal manner harm any session
Charged wit possession of being the best out of my section
Self-made impressions that got me turning right to a legend
Living life in the present
No one keeps me in a cage
Renegade with a relentless face
Restless till the grave
But no swell shit the life that I dealt with is hell
Most the homies that I've known or in a coffin or a cell
Selling toxins on a scale or
Robbin pockets in the 'dale
Making profits off them sales
Or breaking postage from that mail
Ima lion y'all gazelles but keep ignoring the truth
Dropping flows like blown shells boy I'm to hot for the booth
Plus I ain't got shit to lose
So if think that Dachi breaking your mistaken run up a check wit my niggas
Then follow me right to the bacon
Ima law-breaking, spit raw blazing flames of amazement no escaping
Have your face hitting pavement
Straight out that basement
Home invasions leave no traces house vacant raiding your placement
Ima just saying niggas talk a lot of shit but no one spraying
I don't f*ck with many people so I roll by myself
Know no one else
Niggas never showed me no help
Now it's no feeling felt
Blower holstered to my belt
Fits melt with my wrist on wealth so get dealt with stealth
Bitch I been blown shelf, by myself since twelve
N It's Ten toes down nigga Until I fail
Shit you can catch me blowing on package
With Nobody posing a challenge
Cause they know we cause static
So check it
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17 but I'm serving niggas like a cater
Feel they wanna see me fall but I won't do the favor
Young Instigator Built to spit that instant flavor
F*ck a hater, Mula chaser 'cause the money greater
Anti social, F*ck that I just hate fake niggas
Really no one got to back or tryna split cake with ya
Turn around and stab you fast to make they intake bigger
Get the picture if your homie switch he been fake nigga
Forth to the second but I come with force that be wrecking
Coolin in my Gucci shorts while bitches gorge my erection
Sport my protection
Thirty beam can cross your direction
Armed with a weapon
My verbal manner harm any session
Charged wit possession of being the best out of my section
Self-made impressions that got me turning right to a legend
Living life in the present
No one keeps me in a cage
Renegade with a relentless face
Restless till the grave
But no swell shit the life that I dealt with is hell
Most the homies that I've known or in a coffin or a cell
Selling toxins on a scale or
Robbin pockets in the 'dale
Making profits off them sales
Or breaking postage from that mail
Ima lion y'all gazelles but keep ignoring the truth
Dropping flows like blown shells boy I'm to hot for the booth
Plus I ain't got shit to lose
So if think that Dachi breaking your mistaken run up a check wit my niggas
Then follow me right to the bacon
Ima law-breaking, spit raw blazing flames of amazement no escaping
Have your face hitting pavement
Straight out that basement
Home invasions leave no traces house vacant raiding your placement
Ima just saying niggas talk a lot of shit but no one spraying
I don't f*ck with many people so I roll by myself
Know no one else
Niggas never showed me no help
Now it's no feeling felt
Blower holstered to my belt
Fits melt with my wrist on wealth so get dealt with stealth
Bitch I been blown shelf, by myself since twelve
N It's Ten toes down nigga Until I fail
Shit you can catch me blowing on package
With Nobody posing a challenge
Cause they know we cause static
So check it
Feel they wanna see me fall but I won't do the favor
Young Instigator Built to spit that instant flavor
F*ck a hater, Mula chaser 'cause the money greater
Anti social, F*ck that I just hate fake niggas
Really no one got to back or tryna split cake with ya
Turn around and stab you fast to make they intake bigger
Get the picture if your homie switch he been fake nigga
Forth to the second but I come with force that be wrecking
Coolin in my Gucci shorts while bitches gorge my erection
Sport my protection
Thirty beam can cross your direction
Armed with a weapon
My verbal manner harm any session
Charged wit possession of being the best out of my section
Self-made impressions that got me turning right to a legend
Living life in the present
No one keeps me in a cage
Renegade with a relentless face
Restless till the grave
But no swell shit the life that I dealt with is hell
Most the homies that I've known or in a coffin or a cell
Selling toxins on a scale or
Robbin pockets in the 'dale
Making profits off them sales
Or breaking postage from that mail
Ima lion y'all gazelles but keep ignoring the truth
Dropping flows like blown shells boy I'm to hot for the booth
Plus I ain't got shit to lose
So if think that Dachi breaking your mistaken run up a check wit my niggas
Then follow me right to the bacon
Ima law-breaking, spit raw blazing flames of amazement no escaping
Have your face hitting pavement
Straight out that basement
Home invasions leave no traces house vacant raiding your placement
Ima just saying niggas talk a lot of shit but no one spraying
I don't f*ck with many people so I roll by myself
Know no one else
Niggas never showed me no help
Now it's no feeling felt
Blower holstered to my belt
Fits melt with my wrist on wealth so get dealt with stealth
Bitch I been blown shelf, by myself since twelve
N It's Ten toes down nigga Until I fail
Shit you can catch me blowing on package
With Nobody posing a challenge
Cause they know we cause static
So check it
Writer: Zachary Gomez
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