Letras
Early morning thinking violence when I wake up
Poke his muffin top turn that boy into a K Cup
Boombay yay bloody diamonds all up in his Jacob
Beef costly what I got in store for you stakes way up
Take my time wit it I fillet ya wit a steak knife
You are not swimming with a dolphin this a great white
P.O style pop up at your house on a late night
Shoot you down trying run way you can't take flight
Lyrical homicide every bar a different cali
Industry a bitch bunch of kids different baby daddies
Rolling stones where they hat lay be them niggas addy
Cold day in September you might find that nigga in a ally
Pusha man jack boy trying to get his cash right
A feen steal his kids food just to feed his crack pipe
This beat water smoke it get my mind right
And shut my mothers kids lids closed on that pine tight
Who you
A rapper that's pretending he a gangster
Got a little bit of paper now you feeling like the mayor
Who you
Talking like we won't really fillet ya
You a stranger in a danger zone clip you like a pager
Who you
Somebody that's devoid of any common sense
Talking like the lox really on some Carl Thomas shit
Keep talking promise this
Ima clean your plate you about to get cheffed up and served wit some condiments
Who You?
I'm the greatest to ever do it, now who the fuck are you
The man co-signing that, because he a sucker too
Now you can play the role, but real eyes
Going to see the chinks in your armor just another fucking wannabe
These rappers talk about a lot of money spending like they got a case pending,
But most of them pretending
Being inauthentic is the worst thing to rap about
I drop knowledge, I don't rap for clout
I got a family to feed, so my hustle is impeccable
Retired from the game, yet my rep is still respectable
I go around the way and real ones salute me
Even my old enemies, that used to wanna to shoot me
If you really want to make it in the biz