Текст песни
Yea
Let me talk to em
Gone off a fifth
I'm bout to pass out
How you gone judge me
You throwing stones
At a glass house
Use to rock my fitteds and
Refuse to take the tag out
Now they tryna bad mouth em
Jesus take the wheel
Before I crash out and
Show em I ain't the one or two
Y'all niggas bad at counting
I was the one that had
The talent and never had clout
To me these rap niggas
Garbage who took the trash out
My blood cousin got killed
Tryna put his flag down
But that's the cloth
Bitch we don't back down
Niggas the we micro soft
Til he shut your chat down
They be tryna box a nigga in
I turn to paxciau
Big business tell em tap in
Before you tap out
Big ticket how I parlay
I'm bout to cash out
Really like a father to some
If Any rapper tryna run it
I'll Sha'Carri a bum
I'm sorry to none
And I was ret to go
Before the begun
You niggas know I'm paranoid
And y'all recording these drugs
I'm in the cut rolling
Tryna peep the scenery
This gas hitting like Teseki be
Still that same nigga use to
Walk Phil's corners for
M&M's and Tahession treat
If you ever got a problem
Come and speak to me
I'm here nigga
Right on the west
Know that's the best nigga
Slide slide slide slide
Slide slide slide slide
At the bottom broke and grinding
They was blind to it
But I never let it stop me
Put my time to it
Mama said I'd do what I want
I put my mind to it
I don't trip when they throw shade
I'm just gone shine through it