Letras
Yeah, this how I'm feeling right now
Fuck everybody
I'm tired of being the underdog
The one everybody doubt
Hold on, aye
They say I wouldn't be shit
Since back then
Down south the only black down that bitch
I can break this shit down
Back in '96
Me and Dominick
We was on the bricks
Whites came through, they tried to jack us for our shit
That was big bro, never seen him go for ho shit
Fiends wasn't fiends to me
Loyalty made them friends of me
Certain ones ain't have to stand in line to get a tee from me
Trust wasn't an issue, never worried about him stealing
Nigga know he can't come and get a pill from me if he was illing
Aye, they call me godfather now
Ask around down that bitch, I got shit shut down
Left the trap just to let em eat
Nigga better respect the G
I can take a half a bird and flood the whole trap
Oh I can really flood that bitch
Buy her dope and get her coke for free
Never catch me beefing over a block, my hustlers speak for me
Oh I can flood that bitch with triple o's and break a whole key down
I was lil bro but now I'm big bro, I got the streets now
Aye, and niggas can keep on pillow talking to them bitches too
Niggas know who big bro really is
I played the background long enough
Godfather bitch
Niggas know I got the streets
Southwest street line
Nigga we got the streets now
Niggas ain't wanna fuck with me back then, they wanna eat now
Bitches ain't wanna fuck with me back then, they tryna fuck now
Bitch I call this trap Uzi, I'm strict who niggas bring 'round
Bitch don't come around me tryna chill, bitch pull your pants down
Bitch you came down they house back then
Know you was getting passed 'round
Last niggas I seen around the trap like me was Smackdown
But bitch I run the south now, the Brooklyn Chin to Lansdowne
Bitch I turned the south up, I named that bitch the Nokia
I got shot and I came back, I want answers, I got clout
I ain't stunting for no gram, boo these bitches know who hold it
I took 30 racks to Arca and I blew that on some chokers
Everything I do is 5 star, I ain't eating at no loafers
Like my lamb chops from Ruth Chris, like bread I get you toasted
Stepping in Euphoria, popping bottles, bitch you know we toting
I got plugs and I got killers, I can put this shit in motion
Throw a brick over there
Send a hit over there
Lost 10 on nothing, who the fuck think I care?
I should get an award, nominee trapper of the year
It's a lot of opps dead, but I'm still here
Nigga, aye
And niggas know what's up with the motherfucking godfather
Bitch don't call me lil X, bitch I'm godfather
Nigga don't call me lil X, nigga I'm Ricky Tang
Nigga