Fettuccine

Nigga, I'm dope as shit, I'm worth the grip, you think I'm servin' brick

I ain't have shit back in the trench, back in the field, I'm hittin' licks

It Ain't no question, I got my blick it's Fuck a snitch, ain't sayin' shit, I plead

da 5th, won't take a stand, It's free my brothers, out the can

Just ditched this bitch ain't understand Got out the mix, got rubber bands

Chose

You ain't havin', got you livin' savage, go and get a bag

All the trophies in the cell, talkin' bout what they done had

I spent fifteen up on my bills, another ten up on my fit

Thats twenty-five up in a month, but I ain't worried bout it