Yola!

Now speak a lick of Spanish

You try to reach me you hit the bandwidth

Get your hand grips

Stuff five eights now twist the sandwich

Crush wine grapes, give your bitch the hand print

Punios, snatching off moños to the fool's gold

I'm chasing pollo in the goose coat

If they was loyal I'd eat my soup cold

And won't none of them say a word no matter who knows, woah

It ain't like them days

As soon as the cat naps the mice come play

They lose when they backtrack, that's advice young Tre

Everybody comes and goes, only fight what stays, woah

Money came and went, I was here still

Only time they can hibernate when the beer chills

I raise hell 'til the air spill

Now if jail don't kill me the chair will

Take you four year old way to the top

Props nigga, we fought harder to get out of the bottom

Just five niggas, not up for fire, look at the fox, no Mozilla

I was down four, now I'm up five like five sit ups

I'm God, nigga, young Yo-Yo, Godzilla

Big hollow tip clip to the top, cop killers

Fuck them opp niggas, my whole chest out and my chin up

'Cause I come from a ten boy nation

Had my eyes on the pots, hot, the rock, nigga

No Roc-A-Fella crack rock, no re-rock, nigga

Fams on Times Square from the block, Reebok, nigga

We got bread but still hold on to your knot if you not with us

Pull up shaking dice like what's in the pot

Then watch niggas start to tell me how much money they got

Then pop niggas, thank Mother Mary I ain't been shot

I shot niggas, I fear God, might just throw me to the side

Like by, sinner, fear of God on my right sleeve on the side

And font niggas, big font, big fact dawg, a Bronx nigga

On the grind, man

Welcome to America, felons out here selling stuff

How we in the hole if we help you niggas set it up?

Pay attention how the story begin

I ain't even gotta mention 'bout the war that we in

Be careful who around and who you calling your friend

Same ones that be smiling while you fall on your chin

I be sipping on Coronas while I bicker with the owners

Out in Ponce they doing donuts while my chicas rolling dope up

Loyalty is death, boy, I threw it on the sweater

Got me moving with bodega, making all this cheddar

Call up Otis and order up a four piece

I'ma bubble fourteenth and water the whole street

So nice with the rock they calling me Cochise

I'm rawer than cold meat

I maneuver on the beat slow, shoot it up with Eto

While our lives on the line, we shooting for the free throws

I came to shit on your idols

I already got the belt, what makes you feel you're entitled?

All you niggas need help, someone get 'em a Bible

'Cause they really out here doing anything to go viral

It's embarrassing, who's the contenders? No comparison

Ain't nobody sick as me, nigga, quote my arrogance

Y'all off rhythm thinking they could ball with 'em

They say they getting buckets 'til I mop the floor with 'em

And y'all endorsing 'em, these kids have yet to learn

A lot of autism, y'all should talk with 'em

Instead of lying to niggas

You should be trying to school these foolios you post on your blogs

'Cause y'all reliable, it's irresponsible

You think it's comical until somebody die

They gon' do what they was dying to do

Then it's R.I.P. and free so-and-so

I ain't trying to preach, that's how the story goes

All these losers getting richer for failures

Bitches twerking for views but I igg 'em Azalea

It's easy to feel me, it don't get any realer

I'ma show 'em the real me once they get too familiar

Listen, all this poesy, niggas ain't even close to me

Fronting for the 'Gram, that ain't really what you 'posed to be

Wanna brag like you really getting royalties

Me, I get the bag like they ringing up my groceries

Please, what I'ma do with a gimmick?

I don't break the internet, it's breaking news when I'm finished

Get in tune with the illest, 'cause shit is getting outrageous

And it's your funeral, death to all you clout chasers, Xius

Just remember what's dark comes out to the light

And don't complain when it does, people love to forget

Just remember being humble goes farther than money

Some things ain't worth paying, people love to forget

Just remember who you are, never change for the moment

Keep your eyes on long term, people love to forget

Just remember you a king or a queen in this world

Know your worth like your weight, people love to forget

I was too close to the edge, the razor cut

The princess cuts, the paper cut

Where my cut at? I'd rather ask that than where the love at

Match.com, go log on

Smart nigga playing stupid, had to smile like one

The boy who cried wolf had to howl like one

Made my money stretch, I ain't start my run

My nuts hang anywhere I hung

Me, I don't be dumb

You know my name and you love my style

I can either rap circles around or dumb it down

Street nigga doing pop 'cause I pop in the streets

My million dollar dream couldn't put me to sleep

Too much pressure on your mind couldn't put you to speak

On the truth where the lies can't reach

The ghosts in the room, inhale death, get you smoked in the room

Get the knife, get you poked in the womb

Hide your wife, she need space, you too close to your moon

Blow your son away

I never saw a killer put his gun away

Come and play, either you gon' leave or you gon' stay

Now you on the Midup like Young M.A

Hundred days, hundred night reign, whether right or wrong

I'ma weather every storm, it's the young don

Xander

His voice is just boisterous

Avoid from the poisonous housing authority

Can't avoid the risk of hand to handing

Waste cannon, if he point the fifth

It ain't to show you the nickel, you hear the noise and flip

Speaking of nickel, it's like waiting on a coin to flip

If it's heads they'll find him dead, if it's tails he in the feds

But until one of them beds he employs the strip

Enjoys the chicks that be showering his joint with spit

That was me before I knew I was anointed this

Royal gift from up above to destroy and rip

Every beat no matter what like a loyal bitch

The soil splits when that page and ink oil mix

This God plan, they couldn't foil this

From sharing french fries to buying all my boys a dish

Allergic to shellfish but the wrist got the oyster drip

Mami, don't mix that calamari with the boiled shrimp

Testarossa is tough, the sofas is plush

The blessings runneth over this cup, so I look up

Let 'em know I know what's up, he got that favor on me

When God chef me up he sprinkled a little more flavor on me

Taste the glory as I paint the story

Of this street son 'cause his real one more relates to Maury

Not the father, not a problem, not a crybaby

You took off but me and moms living fly lately