Lights flashing through the limousine tint And everything that's in the past, that don't
mean shit
I put in work cuz I been tryna go achieve shit If you ain't tryna start your grind then
you a green bitch

Niggas sit down waiting round for a handout or for a plate
Lucky if somebody give em game instead of give em cake
Nigga fake, run around the city with that prop change
You ain't Lil Wayne, you ain't dropping shit but niggas names

Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head
Now he dead, reminiscing bout his plans To break bread with the family when he get in
See they ain't tell you I was smart enough
to spin bin, sad case, another rapper on the street

Another rapper getting burnt up like a torch on the beach
Another rapper think he hood but he ain't really from the street
And I pack em but I let em be until that nigga tweak
Now I catch a melody, every track I'm talking bout that fatality

Run around, catch a body, over and repeat Somebody run up on me, I be squeezing at his
bean, take em out his misery
On the side though, I been having nightmares I was with my side hoe, she was mad as fuck
Cause I ain't beat it in the Tahoe

Then went through my phone and now somebody out my side though
That FN TAC erases memories, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head
Now he dead, reminiscing bout his plans To break bread with the family when he get in
See they ain't tell you I was smart enough

to spin bin, sad case, another rapper on the street
Another rapper getting burnt up like a torch on the beach
Another rapper think he hood but he ain't really from the street
And I pack em but I let em be until that nigga tweak