Letras
Do you believe in him, Verbal
Keaton always said
I don't believe in God
But I'm afraid of him
Yeah
It's, yeah
It's him
You know the vibes
B-K-N-Y let's go
Yeah
Check it
Riding down the street
I see the same bum niggas every week
They talking hot, it's kinda hard not to tweak
They way too passive-aggressive when they speak
Not me
Double R, not a joker
I make casualties for that Yoda
If she ain't 21, I can't poke her (Poker)
You need a feature, here's my quota
Five stacks, give me that straight, fuck a broker
Summertime it's AR's, no more super soakers
Wet your clothes up
The darkness tryna stop my shine, like an eclipse solar
I trust none, one wrong move, you're done
He dropped after he spun
Over here, we make the cops run
In E-N-Y, check it (East New York)
E-N-Y
You stack chips, trust no bitch, 'cause she'll lie
Punani make heaters fly
Was too poor for Louis V, I was Adidas fly
And how you niggas stay broke but stay high
I just hope when I go I get to say bye
And my city, treat Double R, like Philly treat A-I
It's the R-A-V after R-A-Y
I'm gifted and I'ma be in charge til I'm lifted
Feel like the life I live was scripted
Bitches who played me ain't doing shit with they life
And opps got spliffed-ed
I'm on a mission, trip six after trip six
I'll be lucky if I get to take my kids on a picnic in the future
Do good, they'll shoot ya, loot ya
Lugers get introduced to you before opportunities
Congratulations, never
Fuck everybody, that's my remedy to stay with Cheddar
I'm in my own lane, that's why my lane is better
I invest in my sleep, the same shit you pay for Bottega
My sheet cost a sneaker, my pillow cost a sweater
Doing shit you could never