[Intro]
Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these bitch-ass niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
Northside 38
[Chorus]
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga)
My—
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga (That's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still nigga
[Verse 1]
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do, that's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand shit they do
What the fuck you doing?
These bitch-ass niggas still gon' criticize it 'cause they don't understand
Fuck you gon' criticize a made man? (You a bitch)
Bitch-ass nigga gon' go to the grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up, the fuck?
My nigga was my favorite chef 'til the dish was fucked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers, the buyer said the food was stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no fugazi, I'm tryna convince Fee to tell Reginae how big the shit gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a god, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get ten percent from me allowing him to allow someone else to pay me, dumb bitch
Fuck it, hit the kill switch, making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch, strapped down, soldier shit, never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9/11
Riding down Canal with a PTR, bitch, it be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say, let the song play with them open doors in heaven
My youngin just sold a seven, I just put ten on that pussy bitch who tellin'
Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these bitch-ass niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
Northside 38
[Chorus]
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga)
My—
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga (That's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still nigga
[Verse 1]
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do, that's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand shit they do
What the fuck you doing?
These bitch-ass niggas still gon' criticize it 'cause they don't understand
Fuck you gon' criticize a made man? (You a bitch)
Bitch-ass nigga gon' go to the grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up, the fuck?
My nigga was my favorite chef 'til the dish was fucked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers, the buyer said the food was stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no fugazi, I'm tryna convince Fee to tell Reginae how big the shit gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a god, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get ten percent from me allowing him to allow someone else to pay me, dumb bitch
Fuck it, hit the kill switch, making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch, strapped down, soldier shit, never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9/11
Riding down Canal with a PTR, bitch, it be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say, let the song play with them open doors in heaven
My youngin just sold a seven, I just put ten on that pussy bitch who tellin'
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