I roll a fatso
Micro dozing Im living macro
Wrist is razzle dazzled
A sinner trapping outside the chapel
Had the frog eyes in the whip since
I was a tad pole
I could clip for a grip and it ain't no hassle
Mixing Nas witta bit of L
Every record sells
I be cheesing
All I needed was a single digit scale
They be snitching on they self and they ain't even mean to tell
You ain't a member
Hate to litter I can't even leave my shells
You ain't had a gun in yo mouth
Like a root canal
Wish my behavior got corrected when i was juvenile
A foolish child
Looking up to the people i grew around
I had a pistol in my closet
My momma ain't knew about
I'm moving out
Tryna stack up my money in stupid piles
Hear the V12 purr when i'm pulling the coup around
Send some youngins running up in yo city
Yo loot ya house
Shoot 'em down
Look at dubious told em to cue the sound
Looping since a child
I be dressing sharp
In my cross and my Louis Vuitton
Only choice you got
You could starve or come join the mob
Started wit a gram
Grandmama think i needed god
Now i needa P
Sipping lean rolling up a quap
Starting moving smart
Cuz i know them people peeping hard
Record after record
They can't never keep up wit the squad
Started wit a gram
Grandmama think i needed god
Xans in my pockets
I walk around like a dog
Archbishop, they look up to me like the Abbot
But i spark swishers
Pain killers inside of my cabinet
I be part vicious cause tragedies looking for action
Think you bad for me bad habit
This money my passion
Archbishop, they look up to me like the abbot
But I spark swishers
Pain killers inside of my cabinet