I'm the only one who got the job done I got the juice now, I could let you borrow some Here's a couple apples from the saviour of the apple They ain't believe I wrote about it like the book of Matthew Now you see, believe me BSB the brand, I am King T They just let you down, they ain't [?] Cook, take a look, where the fuck they be? Nowhere, magazines no photo there Name a fuckin' town, they ain't even got a show there Bunch of bitches round, they ain't even got a ho here I'm Bruce Lee Troy, yeah the glow here, nigga Uh, It's BSB we right back on that real shit And were I'm coming talk, homie we come to kill shit I got a short temper, guess it's just that ville shit We known to bring out them big guns for lil' shit So if you see someone in a blanket it ain't Will Smith But we might be playin' Jada, let's still spit My heart numb, I don't feel shit But I'm cooler now, tryna be on some chill shit But these niggas they just tweak shit And I don't really do the internet beef shit [?] my brother, he be on some peace shit Me I'd rather get the gun and RIP shit It ain't a secret, nigga we a [?] shit Fuckin' all the hoes that you wishin' you could sleep with Nigga you ain't nice, you just half way decent Never gettin' light, you're career's on a leash bitch And you niggas dissin', man are you kidding me? Y'all been rappin' before I lost my virginity Now I'm rappin' you're tryna feed off my energy You're a strugglin' rapper, you not my enemy I mean literally, what the fuck is a To some young niggas ballin', my nigga am one "Take that" like Diddy say Fuck you and your 50k, I kill you niggas any day I'm the only one who got the job done I got the juice now, I could let you borrow some Here's a couple apples from the saviour of the apple They ain't believe I wrote about it like the book of Matthew Now you see, believe me BSB the brand, I am King T They just let you down, they ain't [?] Cook, take a look, where the fuck they be? Nowhere, magazines no photo there Name a fuckin' town, they ain't even got a show there Bunch of bitches round, they ain't even got a ho here I'm Bruce Lee Troy, yeah the glow here, nigga BSB them niggas though You fuck with me you gotta fuck one of my niggas ho All in her mouth, I ain't tryna be a dentist though She ain't half blooded, but she catch it when I finish, woah I'm still a BSB stunta Got spurs in the winter, fly cars in the summer I run the plays, I ain't gotta get her number I touch down and send her back like a punter Cause if I kick it to her she ain't coming back She gon' run through my team like a running back I give you fifty, want a hundred back Or when you see me you, how you [?] like a lumberjack Believe me, it's easy Shorty blind, I ain't the one she came to see I'm on my grind I'm the one you never see A bitch can lose her mind and she gon' still remember me Block coming through and I get the job done Ran up on him with the nine that how I drop some I'm playing eeny miney mo on niggas That's anybody getting hit when I blow the triggers Blocksdale, I could teach you how to tow a nigga Four pound, take em down underneath the sewer nigga Come on, let me show you how that Glock work Headshot, make a motherfuckin' top squirt Come on, I can tell you how that clock work On the block, careful when them narcs [?] Chef base, so-so on the stove top Corner after corner, half a bird in a week You'll get served in the streets Throwing words over beats [?] when its beef Niggas rather take to tweets Doesn't matter I could get a nigga murdered in a week So fuck a tweet, I could get a nigga murdered in the streets