(Emrld) (A Lau on the beat) (Ayo Eli, what the fuck?) Gang-gang-gang OGz the fuck up Grah, grah, grah It got better for me, I'ma demon I know my label signed me for a reason Won't say that, but they gotta jack me PJ got Sally, I be totin' Jackie (Jakie) I ain't tryna make these niggas happy (Happy) Face of the what? You gon' be the next face of my blunt Like, Grah Uh-Huh I came back and I really made it in a month It get gritty, but you ain't do shit How many opps I really tried to blitz? Let off a gun, I was totin' on my grip That's when I fell in love with this shit Fuck a beat, I ain't tryna beatbox Why the fuck these pussy niggas rappin'? We tryna catch a nigga while he trappin', while he lackin', with his bitch Both of them shot, both of them hit D&D Dummy and 'Lilah and shit I'm stopped smokin' on Blay cause that nigga don't hit But that nigga Lotti got a kick Spin in the car and that shit gettin' flipped For my niggas I'ma have to click, on gang I'm the face of the Bronx 'cause I started this shit (Grah-grah) Like what? Like how? That's Mr. Go-and-get-Cool-with-the-Opps Nigga booked you, you ain't have a chop This nigga lucky gang ain't let it flock All that dissin', gotta stop I was the main nigga totin' on knocks (On gang) And I put niggas on and they ain't give me props Bitch I've been focused, gettin' to the top Where they at? Brodie got the drop We tryna go spin and go dump on a flock (Don't run) With the 'rips tryna catch a baby I came back and started goin' crazy If you want a feature then you gotta pay me I'm taxin', no cap Niggas counted me out, now I'm screamin', "I'm back" C-Hii just died, now I'm smokin' his pack It got better for me, I'ma demon I know my label signed me for a reason Won't say that, but they gotta jack me PJ got Sally, I be totin' Jackie (Jakie) I ain't tryna make these niggas happy (Happy) Face of the what? You gon' be the next face of my blunt Like, Grah Uh-Huh I came back and I really made it in a month It got better for me, I'ma demon I know my label signed me for a reason Won't say that, but they gotta jack me PJ got Sally, I be totin' Jackie I ain't tryna make these niggas happy Face of the what? You gon' be the next face of my blunt Like, Grah Uh-Huh I came back and I really made it in a month Everythin' fuckin' dead nigga Free PJ campaign nigga If there's bail there's no jail nigga Grah