Billy Joe

Yeah, nigga

I don't gotta say too much, ah

You know my track record

my, my reputation proceeds itself

(Griselda)

Everything you heard about me might be true, nigga

Real shit (yo)

Sammy Gravano told on bodies, they gave that boy immunity

They give a dope boy life, say we destroyin' communities

I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay poised as Putin be

Y'all tryna do the pigs' job, y'all like the boys in blue to me (that's cops)

I wasn't really good at shit so sellin' poison suited me (dope dealin')

Low income-based livin', my pops avoided schoolin' me (he did)

So how I'm supposed to feel? These hoes ain't usin' me

Makin' choices foolishly

It took a fair case and some more to get through to me (uh-huh)

Streets know I'm activated, don't slack, I get at the paper

I'm one classic from great up amongst these rappers today

But I ain't talked the kind of shit that I'm talkin' 'til I had my weight up (I'm up)

Vino beggin' me to put a hundred slabs on a tractor trailer (uh)

Laughin' at my opps passin' through like, "I'll catch you later", right

I'm drivin' fast, shit like the cast from Talladega Nights

They're comfortable on phones, talkin' work on your line dangerous

I won't sell another brick again 'til I learn sign language (ah)

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass (I still had that shit, nigga)

I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad (ah)

Fuck all the critics, we did it the hard way (facts)

This for the check cashin' spots on Fillmore and Broadway (uh-huh)

I treat my city like Monopoly, sitting on Park Place (Park shit)

The engine in the shit I'm whippin' in fit for a car chase, uh (skrrt)

I'm sick of all these fake bosses and temporary soldiers

I put twenty in a Toyota down in Tempe, Arizona

Rich shit, fuckin' famous hoes missionary on sofas (huh?)

Thousand dollar suites on jets, flyin' out to meet with my broker

But how it get to this? (How?) Tell me, you ever sleep with a cobra? (You ever did that?)

And get hit with cheap work, you know the powder sink when it's soda

Damn, I counted out at half a million with my eyes closed (with my eyes closed)

'Cause this year I feel like I'm '99 Hov (let's go)

I'm breakin' records, settin' milestones, out in Hawaiian time zones

Nobody cried when they killed Alpo (fuck all that)

Y'all still on them phones, talkin' work on your line dangerous

I won't sell another brick again 'til I learn sign language, ah

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad

On the first of the month, I started with a fresh half

Then gave all my fiends rides to get they checks cashed

By the third of the month, I still had the best glass

I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad (mh)