Separation Lyrics

Hey, he say he a king, I'm an ace if it's a card game

How I take his queen and play the bitch like she an arcade

We been in that water, goin hard up in the shark tank

Beef with us will make ya death sooner if it's far away

I'm a hard head, ballin hard as Timmy Hardaway

I live by that Art of War, move around with all this pain

Up in school it's Common Core, for me, the streets taught the game

I'm a big boss like Rick Ross, I'm talkin Freeway

Hundred dollar zips of good lows for the cheap skates

And all these rappers shoulder ride the flow, now I got back pain

You better off the lesser that I know, so I don't tax things

Put you on a TV for that money, The Amazing Race

Breaking Bad for real, choke a opp out like Krazy-8

And overtime, we probably touched a million pounds of Mary Jane

I know you couldn't never hold it down, lil boy, you're very lame

I was drinkin lean in high school, fuck an underage

Steppin to my brother get you buried by your brother's grave

I be with them cuttas, Curry on me for my day-to-day

And I be in the trap, a birdie on me and a Gatorade

I'm the type, a bitch gon ask my name, I tell her I'm Maplemade

You the type who lookin for some fame and catch a hockey play

We slide with them sticks, and cook they ass the Ocky way

Got this red dot, like Chicken Pox, put it on ya face

Bitch, we bend blocks, them bullets fallin down the autumn way

Put a zero on your homie back and never catch a case

If I catch a opp off cognac, I make him levitate

I don't wanna speak, let brody ass her my Beretta sing

Feelin like the Zodiac, bitch, you oughta separate

When we was on our last, you know we asked the lord for better days

I like all my bitches skinny with some ass and featherweight

And I like all my homies gettin bags, so we can celebrate

I know my time bomb tickin fast, so I just separate

These pythons be turnin into rats, that's what that cheddar make

You the type to take your brother's slice just for some extra cake

I'm the type to find your mother's place and go redecorate

I'm a 5'7" heavyweight, boy, I'm a pocket ace

Five-sevens make em elevate and leave ya block amazed

Bullets flyin round, I hawk him down and then I walk away

You ever seen a fiend withdrawal? Look like he tryna Harlem Shake

He say he want big nugs, but doggy gettin shake shake

All you get is breadcrumbs, you don't even make cake

Screamin out redrum, slidin with that trey-eight

Paper full of dead bums and all I do is face face like bro said

How you say that to your bitch when she rode me just like a moped

This red dot my red button for me if it's code red

Headshot, hit his forehead, get his fro edged

Lemon-lime with the Prometh

If I tell your bitch to do it, that bitch finna fetch

I need my money right now, not a minute less

White bitch, like an Olsen twin, behind the wheel, I'm gettin neck

Plottin on them millions, don't try to steal, we kill for less