Poster Child Lyrics

Been trouble since 87

Somebody played with my gwap sent him to heaven

Holding a Mac 11

Lyrics I spit fire

Goals you set I laugh aim and hit higher for all of you dick riders

Simps calling ya selves men

But when chips down you bitch out

Change the sword to a pen

I'm locking in

Dope boy to a prince

Next stop a legend

They say that you up next I say imma get em

Put ya hands up take the first swing

Moved up on the hierarchy now so you can call a king

Golden rings on my digits you can't miss it

Tough luck I earned this cash flow being explicit

Pay a subscription

This premium shit

Other rappers you hearing on some mid to medium shit

I'm heating up quick

Landing my shots with precision

Assassination mentality like a man on a mission

With brighter vision

Yacht and party life living

Standing tall overseas is the life that god might give him

Poster child growing up people described him as golden

Always losing at cards cause I was never folding

Emboldened to take the road less traveled

Came out bloodied and scarred but always faced my battles

Ugh

You in good hands when the haters start to stepping

Cause little do they know that these hands are weapon

I mean this

If its bitches out of line then its bitches I'm smacking

Surrounded by pretty girls is where I'm bout to pass out

My philosophy states a man should move with grace

Bring home a bad bitch spank her put her in her place

Treat your people with respect and love with passion

When the shit goes down be a man of action make it happen

See when I'm rapping turn to the super villain

Le Prince is not a good man sorry all I my women

His vice is fast living

Taking and not giving

Ripping people in half for saying I'm not hitting

When I'm spitting you listening to a grown ass man

Do what the fuck I want cause I know I can

Made it from my block back to the homeland

Slated for the top yeah I'm too close and

It's me who's real cocky but he who does not stop me

Is he who's next in the line for me to kamikaze

My swing is kinda rocky

Don't sing like Ronald Isley

I mean what I say and I'm king

Do you copy

Ugh

This whole game got me kinda twisted

Got me thinking should I stay or do something different

Cause it really don't matter if I'm kinda gifted

If this shit don't pop off then it's what I gotta live with

Lord'll forgive him if I climb over the competition

If he dont have my back I know that the devil listen

This is a warning for all rappers thinking that they safe

Take my business card

You might need it just in case