OK nigga comin' straight off the top with it Rock balienciagas like scott disick, I'm not trippin' Nah fr these shoes ain't got no strangs, my nigga I'm not trippin' Better know it's da gat if they mention my name my nigga, I'm not pippen I just be reminiscing Knew dudes who was out here Robbin' Hoods B4 dem stocks was hittin' Hearin' all dem pops goin' off at night but most our pops was missin' Niggas trat yo street like a rubix cube with all dat bloc spinnin' My bitch so thick man sometimes ion een tell her to stop trippin' Nah dat's real shit Suck me til I'm numb, she eatin' cum but I ain't feel shit I'm finna kill dis beat, don't need permission bitch, ain't no field trip OK and dat's how ya let da... hol' on, not yet Ion een know the reason deez niggas be hatin', I don't een ask why Niggas be lovin' to say it's smoke but shawty I ain't een catch a contact high Labels lookin' like "Where you find this guy?!" On da soufside shawty And if ya lookin' for me, you know dat I'm outside shawty But I'm finna go in Lemme catch my tempo Bruh spit heat, slice beats like kimbo Finna but wraiths for my dawgs, no rental Tryna park 5 at the crib like central Shawty go mental Any instrumental nigga hand me, R.I.P., simple Wanna be friends with benefits Baby lemme see if ya got good dental Um, take a look what I been through Screen door flow on point, no pencil Memories be so clear, they crystal Ginsu shit cut deep, yoshimitsu Make a nigga wanna trade places like ginyu Couldn't copy me if you had my stencil I put my blood on dis pad But nigga I ain't pussy and dis ain't no menstrual/minstrel show My black face worth it's exact weight in gold Bitch I know I'm God, I just added another 'o' My mama said "Son, you must've been here B4," I said... And gotdamn, why errtime I go to the sto' They act like dey ain't neva seen a real nigga B4 But all that shit, we made hot up on day mannequin But man I can't een walk 'round dis bitch without gettin' hit with da shenanigans Like my niggas over in Africa was like "Damn I can... Barely hold this excitement I got bout being shipped crossed the atlantic in" Dealing with the race shit for like 400 years plus Y'all murdered errbody but then act like y'all scared of us Man, oh no tf this nigga did not Just do 'em foul like dat, give him a penalty shot My folks make diamonds with they bare hands, coulda signed to the roc And bitch we still in da hood like da engine had stopped It's niggas still gettin' popped, bodies droppin' like mixtapes Mamas still on da block, sellin' candy amd fish plates Makin' the best of it 'cause that life could change you in the worst way Tryna think out the box, we shouldn't have been in no box in the first place Gotdamn, I know I'm just rappin' but dat's real shit I mean dat's just da way I feel, shit Be enough to make you wanna kill shit OK and that's how ya let the beat build biiiiiiiiitch! That's how ya let the beat build biiiiiiiiitch! That's how ya let the beat build biiiiiiiiitch! I said let the beat build, yea