[Intro]
All I ask is that you keep it real with me
All I ask is that you keep it real with me
All I ask is
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Cut open his stomach and stuff bricks in it
Put his body on a scale like it's fish in it
I can see a bitch in him
Twenty million dollar home renovation just to slit your wrists in it
Suicide, it's a suicide
Rip apart the Maybach, I know the truth's inside
You twelve lemon pepper wings from a heart attack
Akademiks, get this nigga Ozempic starter pack
Kai Cenat, hit the room, turn that stream on
Ask Buddens 'bout his brief encounter with King Kong
This ain't the Kendrick beef, my Drac' sing songs
Shots rings out, your neighbor better have his Ring on
Glocks swing out, doors open like a swing arm
Pac lean out, Makaveli with thе ring on
Opps is out, they on the same shit that wе on
Hospital wheelchair, head wrap, sling on
It's payback, punk, for the drama you tried to bring on
Maybach trunks, type of shit that we eat our wings on
My K-Dot shit, I don't have to turn the beam on
It's that time of the month, give this pussy somethin' to bleed on
Your baby mama told me that you liked to get peed on
You a C.O., that's the last time you had keys on
And we know you treat Gunplay like he a peon
And he know some shit that ain't cool for him to speak on
My P.O. said, "This ain't the record that we agreed on"
Then cut it off like the ankle monitor 'fore the beep on
My niggas'll learn French just to get they steam on
In Cali, with calicos, don't need Khaled to get his scream on
We the West, free the guys
I gotta free the West
I'm muy loco, I don't need a vest
I'm watchin' Scarface and cleanin' TECs
Shots gon' be direct, have you been through Cedar yet?
When cars pull up, we do explosives and heater checks
The lights flick, the dogs bark, and niggas sleepin' less
Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your file (Facts)
You looked at B.I.G. and stole his style (Facts)
I smell pussy, that odor foul (Foul)
You ain't sold no birds, you troll the owl
All I ask is that you keep it real with me
All I ask is that you keep it real with me
All I ask is
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Cut open his stomach and stuff bricks in it
Put his body on a scale like it's fish in it
I can see a bitch in him
Twenty million dollar home renovation just to slit your wrists in it
Suicide, it's a suicide
Rip apart the Maybach, I know the truth's inside
You twelve lemon pepper wings from a heart attack
Akademiks, get this nigga Ozempic starter pack
Kai Cenat, hit the room, turn that stream on
Ask Buddens 'bout his brief encounter with King Kong
This ain't the Kendrick beef, my Drac' sing songs
Shots rings out, your neighbor better have his Ring on
Glocks swing out, doors open like a swing arm
Pac lean out, Makaveli with thе ring on
Opps is out, they on the same shit that wе on
Hospital wheelchair, head wrap, sling on
It's payback, punk, for the drama you tried to bring on
Maybach trunks, type of shit that we eat our wings on
My K-Dot shit, I don't have to turn the beam on
It's that time of the month, give this pussy somethin' to bleed on
Your baby mama told me that you liked to get peed on
You a C.O., that's the last time you had keys on
And we know you treat Gunplay like he a peon
And he know some shit that ain't cool for him to speak on
My P.O. said, "This ain't the record that we agreed on"
Then cut it off like the ankle monitor 'fore the beep on
My niggas'll learn French just to get they steam on
In Cali, with calicos, don't need Khaled to get his scream on
We the West, free the guys
I gotta free the West
I'm muy loco, I don't need a vest
I'm watchin' Scarface and cleanin' TECs
Shots gon' be direct, have you been through Cedar yet?
When cars pull up, we do explosives and heater checks
The lights flick, the dogs bark, and niggas sleepin' less
Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your file (Facts)
You looked at B.I.G. and stole his style (Facts)
I smell pussy, that odor foul (Foul)
You ain't sold no birds, you troll the owl
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