It might get peak on the streets if I start off the beef again,
Me and 1,2 of my FIFA friend
Said man I started with,
Never parted with,
Might pull up with the heat again!
Make a touchdown when I touch down,
Niccas that never wished me luck out of luck now,
Sitting tight while the cakes getting bruck down,
TT your little dead foods getting shut down ,
Build a strip up, load a clip up,
Tough times man grip up
Never slip up,
Anybody sitting on the fence getting hit up,
Married to my trigger finger
Never split up,
6 packs came tru like we doing sit ups,
Me and cuz pop bottle like we living it up,
Run rap like the trap never giving it up,
No Pyrex I’ll teach you how to whip in a cup,
Turn a ball to a quarter
Quarter to a zip,
By the time I zipped the bag up
Thought I hit a lick,
Used to 24’s selling hella raws on the strip,
Now the henny pours when I shell a 4’s that’s a drip,
New wave
I’m coming through with a new fade,
Real recognise real and their too fake ,
Only been home for a minute,
Jake’s searching through my whip looking for a new case!
I swear that they telling on me.
Still wanna catch me with the Mac 11 on me,
On licence I don’t need the metal on me,
For a judge to see me and throw a 7 on me,
Top shotta,
Road blocker,
When I rise up it’s either hot led or some old copper,
Even the other side know I roll proper,
Pull the big whammy out It’s a jaw dropper