[Verse: Ghais Guevara]
You might be Black but ya life never mattered
I win the war and the fights and the battles
Seein my face when he flip thru the channels
If he want beef then Im bringin the cattle
You love that bitch but im fuckin her better
Glocky a thot it be hittin whoever
Bought the Off White off the white that I sold
Hit from the back like a Spain pick and roll
They point a finger to niggas who told
All my outsiders be stayin in gold
Made you a mil and left us in the cold
That's the type shit that turn me into stonе
We got them sticks that be brеaking them bones
Words never hurt but it made me a stack
Love me for all the shit that you lack
Kill yaself, nigga I need me a pack
He shot ya mans but you givin em dap
Why you be askin where bitches be at?
Bitch, you the bitch so the bitches be mad
Where you be at when its time to attack
*shot* Ah shit
Glocky went off while she dance on my lap
Claim that he muk but he dont be with Ummah
When niggas be puttin the city on back
Stay ten toes, never make a misstep
Plottin on my bitch I think they like the way my miss step
Tryna go from rapper to a trapper think you missed steps
Why you got a vest? All my hittas trained to hit necks
Never brought a woman in my beef I got respect
Call my shoota Tevin Campbell always hit the same sex
Well unless that woman be a cop then that's free game
One shot, two shot, headshot, no shame
I flip the bitch like a anagram, dick on her chin cause she can't take a inch
She a freak, im a slut, thats a synonym
Need me the milk and the sugar, the chocolate, vanilla, and even the cinnamon
Know I'll regret and I'll need to repent but tonight baby girl Im a sinnerman
I left my mark on the city they trackin the dirt that i do in my timberlands
You might be Black but ya life never mattered
I win the war and the fights and the battles
Seein my face when he flip thru the channels
If he want beef then Im bringin the cattle
You love that bitch but im fuckin her better
Glocky a thot it be hittin whoever
Bought the Off White off the white that I sold
Hit from the back like a Spain pick and roll
They point a finger to niggas who told
All my outsiders be stayin in gold
Made you a mil and left us in the cold
That's the type shit that turn me into stonе
We got them sticks that be brеaking them bones
Words never hurt but it made me a stack
Love me for all the shit that you lack
Kill yaself, nigga I need me a pack
He shot ya mans but you givin em dap
Why you be askin where bitches be at?
Bitch, you the bitch so the bitches be mad
Where you be at when its time to attack
*shot* Ah shit
Glocky went off while she dance on my lap
Claim that he muk but he dont be with Ummah
When niggas be puttin the city on back
Stay ten toes, never make a misstep
Plottin on my bitch I think they like the way my miss step
Tryna go from rapper to a trapper think you missed steps
Why you got a vest? All my hittas trained to hit necks
Never brought a woman in my beef I got respect
Call my shoota Tevin Campbell always hit the same sex
Well unless that woman be a cop then that's free game
One shot, two shot, headshot, no shame
I flip the bitch like a anagram, dick on her chin cause she can't take a inch
She a freak, im a slut, thats a synonym
Need me the milk and the sugar, the chocolate, vanilla, and even the cinnamon
Know I'll regret and I'll need to repent but tonight baby girl Im a sinnerman
I left my mark on the city they trackin the dirt that i do in my timberlands
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