Top 5

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma murder your top five I tried tellin' niggas I ain't nothin' nice

I gave off my back and fed food from my table But then the same niggas still plot on my life

Only nigga that robbed me not breathin' I don't know who did it, but he didn't know karma my bitch

But he taught me a lesson, my clout won't protect me got blessings, but still I must ride with a stick

I be damned if a nigga come take what I got on my mama I'm workin' too hard for this shit

He probably hate me Cause maybe I fucked on his mama Or maybe I slayed his lil' bitch

See, I don't give a fuck, who don't like or respect me just pay me a check, then I'm outta this ho

To reiterate, if you short me, you might as well rob me and nigga, you know how that go

I give niggas credit, your top five is nice but they recognize villain is really the GOAT

They stepped on some necks for the summer while HJ was plottin', he snuck up and cut nigga's throats