Letras
My dad mom said I'm scared of my own success
I'm a black king, give me slugs, I don't need baguettes
Nigga if you broke, you don't got no need for sex Five in the morning, hit my knees cause I'm fucking blessed
I've been having a lot of sex, bruh I'm really stressed I almost gave you free dick but you failed the test
I know she feel different about me just by how she text Bitch, you ain't contribute to the struggle I could care less
Steph got acrylic or she can hit you with the gel X Somebody put my dad on it, I should sell meth
Aging like wine still bulky off of jail reps
I've been hanging out with Skii lately
I wanna sell drugs
A bitch payin' that's the only way I feel loved
Put my bitch in the headlock like you still tough
Dad came home from the club like you still up
I saved my nut for this bitch, I let it build up
I just caught a new case, I wanna kill somethin'
50,000 Off blues and not the real ones
All the hoes love G, cause he the chill one
Hell yeah, I pay a nigga to put a reel up
Why do I even rap? They don't wanna hear the real stuff
Why shouldn't I just cap? Matter of fact, I'm finna start lying
I need you to doubt me first and then I'll start tryin
I'm mad as fuck I came home she in the dark cryin Soon as you stop growing thats when you start dying
How it's front wheel drive but got the car sliding
It's a 2025 got the car driving I mean by itself
Like my nigga on dope, that's denying help
All I really got is pride, that's a lion's wealth
And I respect that nigga Ace, he be by his self
That's a lone soldier
I had a 99 Buick with the old roters
No halal food when you in jail, but you could eat kosher
I ain't saying go against yourself, but you could be open
Before my granny die, I'ma make sure she meet Oprah
I got up out of jail and I was happy just to see Oakland
I told him to his face, nigga, that's why I speak on him
I'm being distant on purpose, smoke some weed on him
Lie like I'm sitting in a car until I leave on them
I'm a fake lazy nigga, wore sweats but had jeans under
And that coke turned him up, he's a cream gunner
I don't like square hoes, that never seen nothing
And when it come to these hoes, them bitches leave coming
Gave me head, but her name, let me think of it
Manii 27, he can still do a pop shove-it
This nigga died to gun violence and he ain't popped nothing
Hella songs we ain't heard, you gotta drop something