Yeah

Man, I gotta run it up

Ice on these diamonds, they always frozen

Even when it's hot, brother, let's go Go grab the poles

And load the fuckin' chops

Standin' on business, you gotta do it

Even on your block, damn

Huh

Talk is cheap

Worry about your job or bout your mother

You cannot compete, I'm tired of these fakin niggas

Thinkin' that they bout the streets

I swear to God you could've killed me But you never did, you're sweet

I just hit the plug, I got the pounds

And even more next week

Man, you niggas silly, I ain't worried, I'm about to peak

I'd rather be in love with drugs than bitches who are for the streets

But I'll hit her from the back right after she gon' suck my meat

I never understood them niggas who ain't never got a bag

Always bout it though like I'm a rapper, man, I'm bouta bag

Give a nigga bitches airpods, take everything he fuckin has

Why you wanin' smoke but never pushin', man, you fuckin' wack

ASD, I gotta be, not even bout the family

Niggas mad, they not a part of it, so they gon' hate on me

Either way, the hate's regardless, cannot let that get to me

But I get to trippin' cause I'm sippin hella Hennessy

And them niggas bitches ain't no hittas

They be distancing, Every sentence that I'm spitin hittin fuckin' differently

Push up on me, bet this 30 hit you automatically

Huh

Huh, get to testin' me

Not about the homework, but in school was givin lessons, man

Niggas fallin' out, why you mad, who you pressin' man?

Start blamin' yourself, you is ass, not the session, man

I'll keep that to my self cause why the fuck would you go listen, man?

Had to slow up off these drugs, it really wasn't hittin' strong

Still get to blastin', fill your lungs with smoke, like you hit a bong

And how you gon' be talkin' shit you never be on beat with songs

Thinkin' that you hard, but you ain't bout it, man, you really soft

Call me fuckin' Dlow, cause my pinky filled with crystals

And my opps are never on it, can't consider them a problem, nigga stop it

You was talkin' shit, but you can't stand up on it

I'm the problem, Cause if not, then why the fuck you talkin on me?

I'm not Kendrick, still gon' beat your ass and have the Bible out

Lord forgive me

But you know the sinner's gettin' whacked alot

I am winnin'

But you know I gotta give the glory to God

Yeah, I'm winnin' So you know I gotta give the glory to God

Gang

Huh

Yeah, yeah

Gang