[Intro: Ser Kokayi]
Nah
[Verse 1: Ser Kokayi & 408darwin]
My cat scratching the fucking floors
I'm scratching the fucking doors
I'm doing shows, but ain't been on the road for a month or more
And in the future, I'll be losing friends over fucking tours
Prolly lovers too 'cause when it rains, it'll fucking pour, nigga
Some more niggas
I put on a course, nigga
And still wanna see them eat like a hundred of courses, nigga
Hundred endorsements
Porsches under the Forces
Shit, if I cut these niggas off, that's a hundred abortions, nigga
Forcing niggas' hands
Scorching niggas' plans
He ain't show me respect? I extort that niggas' fans
He went from Bora Bora to Florida with the sands
Can I be the greatest out? Man of course a nigga can, fuck (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2: 408darwin]
Darwin from that East Side (Yeah)
They don't fuck with B signs (Yeah)
All we had was ramen and the beans we ate was refried (Yeah, yeah)
My homie serving seven, grab that four and hit him three times (Yeah)
I introduced your homie to this piece and told him meet mine (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, I might need a little time for concentration
Only hang with stars so my whole gang can form a constellation
Growing up, I never got no prize for no consolation
So I gotta murder every nigga in a higher placement (Like, like)
Like, I'ma just pour me a little bit
Young nigga he got a ego, belittle it, uh
Shorty, I know that you feeling this
So let's go get to the bottom of business, uh
Ending shit, uh, killing it, uh
Darwin he really been in this bitch
I am not normal, I am not regular
You better watch who the fuck you is dealing with, uh
She ate my kids, that's a million abortions through top
And young niggas my son so I put Plan B in this new Glock
Clean up the scene, new mops
Hit him with beams, you drop
I could really keep going, but I'ma pass it to DooWop
[Verse 3: Your Stepdad & Wiseboy Jeremy]
Pops was never there just like the consciousness of Cosby victims (Yeah)
Turned me to that monster
Moms complained about when trauma, thinking
I could never press these hoes
I'm knowing that they moms is wit' it
She said she don't give top
That shit insane, she double jobless wit' it (Ayy)
Backstab bitches coming
Half-ass niggas coming
Plastic ho arrival, I know half-ass when it's thumping
Breaking bread with loafers
I got sick, I ain't respect my grind
I'm a Scorpio, I need to freak, so you can't get my time
Bitch, yeah
Greetings from the other side
Sorry, I'm in yo' mother brodie
Nigga tried to test me about my— uh, fuck, ayy
Nigga tried to press me 'bout my fit, we pushing buttons on him
Married to my doja and my money, fuck a matrimony
Call a bitch "Eureka" like a vacuum with the suction on me
Fuck (Look, check)
[Verse 4: Wiseboy Jeremy]
I had to cut some niggas off because they lack morals
I came to take more than what they served me in my past portions
The patience vacant, when you passing by your last choices
We still children at heart
I've been ducking the voices
And fucking avoiding, old friends trying to come for the boy
I push my limits, no ends when the love is destroyed
I took prescription, but no med can help settle the storm
Now flare a joint, I'ma share my story
Nah, I ain't gon' hit it
But shit, I feel you get the point
Nights, I'm reminiscing, 'bout when the man was just a boy
The chances I'm given, I spread my hand and got appointed
Sacred roots of the family tree, but I'm branching out exploring
Listen, nigga
Had to learn to embrace the distance
They saying that I changed, just because they ain't changing with me
I'm speaking up and speaking out, I hope I break the difference
Seen some shit I couldn't fathom
Turn my cheek, it ain't my business, nigga
Yeah (*Gunshot*)
