[Part I]
[Intro]
My fault, I gotta take care of my son real quick
Evil Empire
Niggas done got me back in that mode (Come on)
[Verse]
Gotta take care of my son, he don't listen to me, but he listen to Zeke
Blowin' down all of them cigs, that lil' boy wanna die, but he live for the beef, haha
Cuss on my name, I don't gotta write no more, but, bitch, I'm in it for the breesh, damn
Rat nigga fell too hard for the persona and then he couldn't keep it P
But I know you ashamed of yourself
Grown-ass man and your A&R callin' you dirty, I know you ain't bathin' yourself
Finna cop a new crib, I got an LLC and a brand and I made it myself
Know you happy you took this lil' shit to rap, 'cause with hands, it ain't no one to help
Need to put down the cigs, lil' nigga, me and gang really smokin' on top shelf (Buh-buh-buh)
You was in my phone cryin' like a bitch
Sent a lo' and said, "Pussy, come get me a flight," now we tryna get views off of Twitch? I get it (On gang)
I had to dub the lil' offer that came from your bum-ass label, that shit not hittin'
Shout out lil' Max, I got five-star hoes on my dick and your bitch the next one, just kiddin' (On God)
That bitch trash
Your mama see you, I know that she mad
I know she probably raised you to be better, he wanted to be a follower instead
Look where that got him
Bitch, you a lil' guy, nigga, no problem
Only fuck grown hoes, nigga, no ****, huh
Chrome Hearts all on my collar
Fuck 'bout a deal, still ballin', Iguodala, deadass
Let's have a moment of silence for what the fuck's under that kufi, a real-life headass
Steve Harvey in the face with a ten-year-old body, the nigga should be in a sped class
Nineteen and I'm on my second property, I been the one, I meant that shit when I said that
Callin' up Swift, he gon' send the live for me, he try to push up, swear to God, he get sent back
[Intro]
My fault, I gotta take care of my son real quick
Evil Empire
Niggas done got me back in that mode (Come on)
[Verse]
Gotta take care of my son, he don't listen to me, but he listen to Zeke
Blowin' down all of them cigs, that lil' boy wanna die, but he live for the beef, haha
Cuss on my name, I don't gotta write no more, but, bitch, I'm in it for the breesh, damn
Rat nigga fell too hard for the persona and then he couldn't keep it P
But I know you ashamed of yourself
Grown-ass man and your A&R callin' you dirty, I know you ain't bathin' yourself
Finna cop a new crib, I got an LLC and a brand and I made it myself
Know you happy you took this lil' shit to rap, 'cause with hands, it ain't no one to help
Need to put down the cigs, lil' nigga, me and gang really smokin' on top shelf (Buh-buh-buh)
You was in my phone cryin' like a bitch
Sent a lo' and said, "Pussy, come get me a flight," now we tryna get views off of Twitch? I get it (On gang)
I had to dub the lil' offer that came from your bum-ass label, that shit not hittin'
Shout out lil' Max, I got five-star hoes on my dick and your bitch the next one, just kiddin' (On God)
That bitch trash
Your mama see you, I know that she mad
I know she probably raised you to be better, he wanted to be a follower instead
Look where that got him
Bitch, you a lil' guy, nigga, no problem
Only fuck grown hoes, nigga, no ****, huh
Chrome Hearts all on my collar
Fuck 'bout a deal, still ballin', Iguodala, deadass
Let's have a moment of silence for what the fuck's under that kufi, a real-life headass
Steve Harvey in the face with a ten-year-old body, the nigga should be in a sped class
Nineteen and I'm on my second property, I been the one, I meant that shit when I said that
Callin' up Swift, he gon' send the live for me, he try to push up, swear to God, he get sent back
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!