[Intro]
Once again
[Verse]
These niggas wanna be Scarface, then forget the endin' (Uh-huh)
Chasin' attention, you'll be popular when your death is trendin'
Couple official niggas is in it, the rest pretended
I'm Kyrie Irving with the ball, you're the ref defendin' (Uh-huh)
A mixed match, crossed, stepped back then drive the lane
I've been posterizin' lanes since my first game (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Seen it on the ambulance pull up, thеn the hearse camе
Another bloodbath, killin' shit in the worst way
'Fuck outta here, no kid next to me with the wordplay
Bread first the couple of thousands to prefer pain
When I'm describin' all of my peers, I use the word ''Prey''
I chase 'em down like a cheetah to rip off they face (Uh)
Of course, I say grace before I eat your food, that's just the custom (Uh-huh)
Tryna double the duckets, I had to cut the substance (I did)
Leveled up, now it's raw like no rubber fuckin'
If death is one of course, life is sleep's other cousin
Damn right, these rappers suck, they shoulda stuck to hustlin' (You niggas trash)
Or stayed at the stock room in Walmart
I'm a Allstar, been hittin' shit out the ballpark
Sorta like Ken Griffey and Sammy Sosa when his skin was dark
Attracted to the money, like blood in the water around a shark
Out of every knife from the drawer, I'm the most sharp (Uh-huh)
All skill like Phil Taylor how I throw the darts
Dead accurate, like a army sniper killin' marks
I used to hustle in the park, bags of white in dark
A minor way to monetize off my street smarts
Now I'm tryna clean up all the money like some Ozark
Pay up, if you won't, or get blunt forced trauma from a blow
That'll permanently separate you from your soul (That nigga's dead)
Lately I been on a roll, hittin' goals
Havin' my way, changin' the program like the remote control (Huh)
Get smoked if you broke the code
You better stay wise, a lot of guys risk they lives to fold the road
Nigga, this the overload, had to hit it with the hammer then the boulder broke
And then I sold a O (What?)
Cuties love it like the hoes do OVO
You novice niggas ain't got nothin' you can show a pro
This bolo in the dojo, get your shoulder broke
Can't figure out the smell, hoe the odor's dope
Burnin' off the spoon
And if you motherfuckin' songs ever come on, we turn off the tune
'Fuck outta here, nigga (Niggas washed!)
Once again
[Verse]
These niggas wanna be Scarface, then forget the endin' (Uh-huh)
Chasin' attention, you'll be popular when your death is trendin'
Couple official niggas is in it, the rest pretended
I'm Kyrie Irving with the ball, you're the ref defendin' (Uh-huh)
A mixed match, crossed, stepped back then drive the lane
I've been posterizin' lanes since my first game (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Seen it on the ambulance pull up, thеn the hearse camе
Another bloodbath, killin' shit in the worst way
'Fuck outta here, no kid next to me with the wordplay
Bread first the couple of thousands to prefer pain
When I'm describin' all of my peers, I use the word ''Prey''
I chase 'em down like a cheetah to rip off they face (Uh)
Of course, I say grace before I eat your food, that's just the custom (Uh-huh)
Tryna double the duckets, I had to cut the substance (I did)
Leveled up, now it's raw like no rubber fuckin'
If death is one of course, life is sleep's other cousin
Damn right, these rappers suck, they shoulda stuck to hustlin' (You niggas trash)
Or stayed at the stock room in Walmart
I'm a Allstar, been hittin' shit out the ballpark
Sorta like Ken Griffey and Sammy Sosa when his skin was dark
Attracted to the money, like blood in the water around a shark
Out of every knife from the drawer, I'm the most sharp (Uh-huh)
All skill like Phil Taylor how I throw the darts
Dead accurate, like a army sniper killin' marks
I used to hustle in the park, bags of white in dark
A minor way to monetize off my street smarts
Now I'm tryna clean up all the money like some Ozark
Pay up, if you won't, or get blunt forced trauma from a blow
That'll permanently separate you from your soul (That nigga's dead)
Lately I been on a roll, hittin' goals
Havin' my way, changin' the program like the remote control (Huh)
Get smoked if you broke the code
You better stay wise, a lot of guys risk they lives to fold the road
Nigga, this the overload, had to hit it with the hammer then the boulder broke
And then I sold a O (What?)
Cuties love it like the hoes do OVO
You novice niggas ain't got nothin' you can show a pro
This bolo in the dojo, get your shoulder broke
Can't figure out the smell, hoe the odor's dope
Burnin' off the spoon
And if you motherfuckin' songs ever come on, we turn off the tune
'Fuck outta here, nigga (Niggas washed!)
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