Letras
At times I’m caught in monotony, feel like a nigga runnen knock kneed
No one but God go stop me, n that’s no cap off a hot 3, its no cap on my ceilings,
Bruh, ion care fa yo feelings, bruh I came str8 from drug dealing, n cap peeling to 2 million, no turning back, like lots bytch, ima prophet to b prosperous, if I die now, they go play this, for 100 years fuck a playlist, when niggaz talk n they don’t say shit, Homie tha clown n Ion play shit, add a K to the 3k racists, im young Malcolm, but I’m bangen, I’m young Larry Hoover, my nation, go free a nigga like Masons, I been pacen, thoughts walking but racen, like Jason when chasing, lyricals, creep thru yo ventricle, make u feel brave like a nigga do,I’m riling my city to come with tha heat, like Pat Riley in 2013, bytch ima G, taming a beast, leaden the savage a native in me, leave with my status in tact when I flee, ain’t no nigga put no ho up n me, don’t cuss at my mama, I’m raised with respect, u raisen yo voice got my aim at yo neck, Ramone is a man who engage with a threat, time after time I have wrestled with death, Ima descendant of niggaz who jest, don’t give a fucc about dyen I guess, don’t give a fucc about nun but respect, the life of a G, ima settle my debts, my money is up, n I feel like the best,ain’t no nigga help me here but tha set, u play with my money it’s death, my babies can’t eat or survive off no less... yep