Mm

Mm

In this house with the Glocks

like a blouse, it come with extra buttons

Too much trippin' in the comments, nigga step on some'

Negotiate a hundred before I set the budget

Six Ms off the Warner deal

still rapping like I'm struggling

An eye twitching, boy, listen, I'm in it for the kill

We bully all the bullies

I'm in the hoodie, we just running drills

Bitch, the don dada, call one partner and you's a done deal

What happened last year? But I fear I'm on the hunt still

I'm cooking with grеase, I don't want the piecе

I double up the beef, that's cool with me

just double up the cheese

The general G, tell 'em beg me, please

If you don't wanna see what's up my sleeve

then keep the wolves at ease

Irritated, sick to my stomach

Made so much money, forgot my first name

they just call me "cousin"

Niggas fake and bitches nerve-wracking

But that's the thing

I learned lessons just to earn blessings

And lived through hell until I heard Heaven

I was starving

bare chest and like "Do y'all serve seconds? "

I don't miss, direct hit, send a firm message

You wasn't present which is precious

now meet your severance

You ruin long term riches for some small change

No favoritism here, to me, you niggas all strange

Feeling numb, once it's done, I felt all pain

That's what I do, I see it through, I'm screaming ball game

That's what's wrong with them niggas

grown and can't address your problems

Then play victim and go silent when I resort to violence

Pressure do make diamonds depend on how you apply it

It's really all about the value and who gon' fucking buy it

Before the beef, just know the enemies was once friends

This is sweet, we don't touch hands, just get the dustpan

Do 'em bad, smoke in they ass, need some' to dump in

Scream "Geronimo" and pop at hoes that try to jump in

I feel the urge, can't put it into words

Military purge, yes, sir, I'm getting niggas served it

What's this? You in your strike third?

Bitch got some nerve, cut off her and I'ma make it burn

Yes, I learned from it

Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you

Yes, I still hate you

Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful

Yes, I learned from it

Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you

Yes, I still hate you

Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful

How that shit happened?

How that shit, like

make you feel to necessarily be a part of this shit?

Like, I ain't even gon' lie, now?

Seeing that shit, firsthand? That shit feel

It's surreal, bro, that shit be feeling fake

I ain't gon' lie, I told my girl that shit, straight up

I ain't gon' hold you, bruh, I told her straight up, bro

I was like, nigga, I, I came out the coma

I'm like, listen, sometimes I be feeling like

I'm still 'sleep, like that shit be feeling fake

Like, what the homie do, the shit that I seen, like, I'ma

Like, you know how big, like, I'm in a, I'm, I'm

I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my

I'm coming out my accident

Crying to Ab-Soul music, bro

You what I'm sayin'? And to

and to be in the studio and watch the homie do a song

With a nigga that I look up to at a high level

You get I'm saying?

It really fucked my mental up

like, you get what I'm sayin'?

Not in, not on no, not on no dick riding shit

But on some real shit though, you get what I'm sayin'?

I'm like the homie doing some shitMan

hearing "peekaboo, " hearing people play that shit

I don't even be sayin' nothing, but I just be saggin'

And I just be hearin' niggas play this shit

you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm in my Tesla, saggin'

And I be just, on the side, I s— I look over, I see a family

On my mama, I got a homie, bro, my best friend, you feel me?

His kids that— bro, they know the

that shit word for word, bro

Dead homies, bro, you know what I'm sayin'?

This shit I don't even bring up

bro, you get what I'm sayin'?

But this, this reality though, bro

I watched my homies progress in a way

that I'm talkin' 'bout, bro

I ain't, I never thought I ever see

bro, I ain't gon' lie to you

That shit motivating in a different type of way

I'm talkin' 'bout that shit motivate me

I push that shit onto my girl

Push that shit on to my

the— everybody that's around me like, look, man

It's, it's, it's life out here, homie

it is, this shit big, bro

and you can grab it, you know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause it's niggas that's grabbin' it

and I'm watching 'em grab it

you know what I'm sayin'? (That's my boy)

On everything

Aight, Mikey, you gotta get up here, bruh (Yeah)

No, start a new recording