It's too late for all them sorries and apologies
If you was my brother then you could come and ball with me
This ain't just my destiny, this the fucking prophet see
Don't you fucking mess with me, i'll regret something God'll see
Feeling like the 6 god, kinda with some rick ross
Went from cocky shit and big talk to going to pick locks
To driving with the blick cocked, going out to pick glocks
Now it's studded wrist watch, now it's time to pick rocks
And i ain't talkin bout the reup or none of that crack shit
Only time i cop white rocks is when they talking fashion
Roll a 3.5 in a backwood, I ain't fucking passing
Ain't help when i was dead broke, now look what happened
What's brackin, what's crackin, whatever you rep
Yo ima keep it straight up like a heterosex
Ain't you get your neck checked by the second to best
Don't ever forget, ain't nothing less than best
Ima different breed, different seed
Do you disagree?
Let's just let the numbers talk, i ain't out here fixin streams
And i ain't worried bout your block or some gang or your street
And if you could walk the walk, don't stop til you hit your dreams
For the people like the rock, i earned that belt, give that shit to me
I'll go off, double up, the quickest flip you've ever seen

Feel me, cause it's me
It's like this, look, look

Bro said get back to this music and watch how fast that the paper come
I ain't moving round here stupid, double up, look at these hater dumb
Cause it's all bout the paper, gold flavors, gonna make her cum
They ain't in it for the sound but the crowd and now i'm made the one
Look how i make 8 from 1, how i went to great from bum
Staying up from late to sun, rollin round like jamacian thumbs
Ima book her in LA, knock her out first rounds, laker suns
Then to the bay like i'm curry like ouu boy don't make him jump
Gucci, prada, the top shotta out here moving like a rasta
Every dolla, for my momma just to count up all these commas
After commas, ain't smoking grabba, it's jokes up in the frontos
Don't make me get the llamas, long nose spittin when they find ya
Label me a hustla or a grinda, if it ain't fam the nevermind ya
Come from behind ya, just to line ya , gun start singin like a choir
New cannon start to split ya like your first name mariah
I'm the messiah, sorta kinda, i'm the prophet, aint nun minor
Looking for your bitch, then with me is where you'll find her
Hit her shit from the back with her leg on the recliner
Now you're feeling lonely, so with revenge it'll take you higher
3 puncture holes in your white tee, closed case like a binder
I'm the don let me remind ya, the big buya
Big bags what i desire, having dinner with suppliers
I won't stop getting to it til the day that i retire
Then i'm out with my cvs got me taking trips to Praia
The used to call mister but now they call me sire
If you claim to be my bro, you probably a liar
If you know then you know, shoutout all my fuckin riders
This shit from the dome, i don't need no fucking writers
I be riding dolo unless i'm with my 4 lifers
If they don't get to shooting, then they walking up to slice ya
He said only got a .30 but he still shoot shit like a rifle
All my dogs gotta eat so if they bite ya then they bite ya