Gra-Gra-Gra
Is that you JJ
Be keeping that, [?]
Bizzy, muna monster, if I walk with the 30 clip
Inna face where I tote this stick
That structure, Bloodclot
Like, look
What's a demon to a goblin
I was trappin', I was robbin'
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a Gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I left off that shot, eliminated
I had to get on that gritty shit I ain't forgiving em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna fuck
Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain't switching up
Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have J's when I step in the club (Facts)
Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in Dior
Drugs in my system I'm drinking my Seymour's
My body different, I was the Grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this
I done fuck bitches and fucked with they friendships
Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
No I ain't Fivi but I got that big drip
This ain't no race don't trip bitch
I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich
I ain't got time to beef over kid shit
I took an opp off the hitlist
My niggas sliding they think that they blitzin
Look, these niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at
You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bail at
I was 'round crack but I ain't ever sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that
Like, look
I said y'all niggas play too much
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No I ain't saying too much
These niggas ain't do enough
Y'all niggas spinning
But y'all ain't even spinning on niggas that's ain't even tuff
Really been fiending to dump
Had that pussy boy bleeding that time of the month
My shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not
If I see an opp, don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
Bitch I'm the one who made it hot
Like, look
I was spinin' on any block
I'm off the 'trone I said I don't do Ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the stop where the real niggas milly rock
And my shooter just hit me like good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
'Cause that's when you see who hatin'
They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block
Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs
Top 5
Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5
On the dead guys
Uh, niggas say different then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, you mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
Like, uh we really spinnin' for real
Uh, they makin' up drills when we makin' movies for real
Like, uh
Niggas know I don't cap
I made it cool to jack what I jack
I'm EBK niggas know all the facts
Like, top 5
Uh, dead or alive they know I'm top 5
You mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
On the dead guys
Like, he talking hot then he get his head fried
You a damn lie
Like, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5
These niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at
You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bail at
I was 'round crack but I ain't ever sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that
Like, look
