You not who u said u was
You sweep shit under the rug
Me and crodie like woody and buzz
If its beef he gon put on his gloves
I run outside in diors
My bitch gone cry in diors
She keep saying im trynna be yours

If its beef ima put on my mask
She dont want me go down dat path
I cant stick to the mf script
Im posted with trap in the bricks
I fuck on my bitch like im sick
Im sick in the head like dris
My youngin crashed out off the tris
Tu sais deja cuz la vie est triste

This dat 2 feet stepper militia
Im sick in the head like bishop
Im the man in the mirror not the man in the picture
If you come on this blocc better come with intentions
Remember dem days we was jumpin off fences
I got a yungin 19 he a come off the bench
Big blatt to the hip so he walk with a limp
Everywhere i went they gave me a stamp

Slap a nigga with the stick I'm not on no thinking shit
He ain't even say a word I know he was thinking it
Had my flashlight on that glock I had him blinking bitch
cnd I stood tall with my dawgs we stand on business bitch

He knew I was fucking his bitch
He knew
He knew he couldn't say shit
He knew
He knew the glock on my hip
He knew

Got some shit on me right now I don't wanna tussle
Back outside I put belt to they ass with the buckle
I done trapped all day in the rain I was in a puddle
I done did some shit trynna get my family out the struggle

This that coke bags under the rug
This that imma run off on a plug
This that it is what it is and not what it was

This that don't get hit with them slugs
This that gang banging with my cuz
This that put a body in a trunk