I been watching my ways tryn' improve for the better, mama like "Damn, where you get all this cheddar?"
She see how I'm moving I move with protection, I'm staying in first, I ain't coming in second
I get down on my last and I'm clutching my felon, get popped in yo' shit if we heard that you telling
I thank God everyday, he be sending me blessings, ain't do shit to me, who the fuck was you pressing?
Damn
I seen niggas get dropped niggas take 'em for sweet, you ain't talking 'bout shit when you get on the beat
I got cuts on my carti's, I can't even see, I been locked in the stu, I ain't up in the streets, I can't wait 'til I blow, I'm tryn' see how that be, tell my momma her son on the fucking TV
When you get in that jam, you better not say a peep, 'cause that's how you get hit in your muhfuckin' teeth
But that's just how it be, that shit just how it go
Gotta watching you callin' a friend or a foe
I been lost in this shit, I don't know where to go
Why you putting your trust up inside of a ho
If a nigga run up, this on me, I'ma blow
He ain't fucking with me, he ain't uppin' his pole
He ain't fucking with me, he ain't uppin' his stick
SRT or the Track, I don't know what to pick
If you come round this block, you get cracked in your shit
I'm so tired of niggas, they making me sick
So I'm standing alone in this rap shit
I be with the men, we be fly in some black shit
These Instagram niggas be catfish up
That shit turn from semi to fully, you don't want me tap this
That shit turn from one to a hundred
I'm telling them niggas that shit when I get on the beat
They don't know how the fuck I be coming
I'm Slimey Lil Wick, I got drac' in my dip, nigga push up and I put that shit to his stomach
They don't be blow in this shit, gotta make niggas sick, gotta make all these bitch niggas vomit
I been watching my ways tryn' improve for the better, mama like "Damn, where you get all this cheddar?"
She see how I'm moving I move with protection, I'm staying in first, I ain't coming in second
I get down on my last and I'm clutching my felon, get popped in yo' shit if we heard that you telling
I thank God everyday, he be sending me blessings, ain't do shit to me, who the fuck was you pressing?
I seen niggas get dropped niggas take 'em for sweet, you ain't talking 'bout shit when you get on the beat
I got cuts on my carti's, I can't even see, I been locked in the stu, I ain't up in the streets, I can't wait 'til I blow, I'm tryn' see how that be, tell my momma her son on the fucking TV
When you get in that jam, you better not say a peep, 'cause that's how you get hit in your muhfuckin' teeth