Guts Your Stepdad

[Intro]
Sheesh
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
I know better than trust y'all niggas
Really, y'all made me uncomfortable
Moving away like you can't be touched
Leave a nigga lip like Jay-Z cousin
2019, I seen a nigga guts
I got guts, now bread, I touch
Dress like a bum, can't stand my dust
Pay my taxes, can't fail my bucks
Ayy, ayy, look
Back in my city, I'm prelavent, not even relevant, go take a look at the stats
I'm finna tax every nigga that rap like me, you don't know what I seen, that's cap
Ayy, what do you know of it? Since I was seventeen, I was ahead of the pack
Ask my niggas, that's facts
Ask your bitch, that's facts
Like, what would I— (Uh)
Gang, life made no sense back then but now niggas rappin', now it making me cеnts
Racks on draco, knockin' 'em back to back, I really be paying my rеnt
Painting me out to be crazy, I'm really relaxed, really just anti-vax
I made too many hits on my Mac
I made too many hits on my— (Uh, yeah)