[Intro]
Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac, nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
It's gonna be two dead on the day I go
Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING)
[Verse 1]
Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof
You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth
I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude
Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you
They all non-factors, it's true
Don't rap, they actually do
I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to
I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through
Sittin' in a half a million-car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof
It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce
Heard I'm in town, they get spooked
Fake ass and wrestling dudes
See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it?
Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston
Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry
Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it
I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty-two end
As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah)
Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac, nigga be sayin' I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)
It's gonna be two dead on the day I go
Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING)
[Verse 1]
Don't put them, tell them move in loose, might see a sniper on the roof
You heard me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth
I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude
Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you
They all non-factors, it's true
Don't rap, they actually do
I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to
I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through
Sittin' in a half a million-car coupe, blowin' the black out the roof
It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce
Heard I'm in town, they get spooked
Fake ass and wrestling dudes
See is, it's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it?
Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston
Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry
Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it
I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty-two end
As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah)
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