Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch

Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch

Self made millionaire, me myself n I
No you can't relate, no you're not that guy
Fucc I'm ‘posted to draw attention to myself for rap
When I been quiet as a mouse sellin meff coke n cracc

This is honesty music, no tricc psychology to it
If we say it we did it, come to snitchin we clueless
Edd is at the coffee shop wit pious muslim cfrikans
Once I leave that coffee shop the urge to kill is bacc again

Real life Ghost without the simpin n the dying
Gangsta ass parents we be drinkin n drivin
I make plays from Disney, brought my crips there wit me
Feed a nicca family right, for Edd he Kuklinski

My bitches have no history, my gang a cult a mystery
Tied wit the mob, send me grappa straight from Sicily
Russians love me too, sent a slave named Genevieve
Love they products so much bought like, 10 of each

Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch

Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch

Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch

Inspiration dead, might as well talk my shit
cll the people I looked up to, carried by 6
cll these dead homies, but it's live ass snitch
In my grand daddy words, you a jive ass bitch