Robbed a wap but copped a hat and some other hoodies
\nWhere i came from it was full of bullies
\nHe raps bad cause his cousins gully
\nI ain’t capping, me I'll slap him in a wooden casket, slap it and push his skully
\nAin’t nothing funny, tryna figure out the secrets like moulder
\nGetting brains while I hold her head and fuck her skully
\nWhy you never give your mother money
\nBrothers in prison and you never send your brother money
\nGotta flex to get sex…you’re a pussy rookie
\nThem man paying for some gutter pussy
\nOn his toes, Forest Road tryna look a suckie
\nShe’s sucking dick because ya sucking pussy
\nBefore I get tempted by broken bitches
\nI’ll buy myself a rubber pussy
\nCame straight from the mud I’m mucky
\nBro said she bun him, I just bun a zubby
\nYou harass bitches like the lucky lucky
\nMen on the beach, I had a skeng on the seat
\nStrapped, gloves & a mask, ingredients to cook a duppy
\nI didn’t get him, bro done it for me
\nHe didn’t die but he shoulda dead, still on bs? Fuck it then
\nShould just count his self & his mother lucky
\nWhite girl sniffing, white girl she’s annoying man
\nPlaying with herself, i just call her bugsy bunny
\nTold my bitch it’s bait in these bits
\nI want drink & a crisp so bitch can you run in for me
\nTold my bitch it’s bait in these bits
\nI want drink & a crisp
\nIon wanna get bagged for Mirinda & Doritos
\nScroll on my phone with my seat low
\nNiggas on the TL tryna beef hoes
\nThat’s abusive that ain’t street doe
\nThey never knew who got him, there was 3 doe
\nComing like he got done by the Migos
\nNone of my bruddas on the d low
\nCan’t say the same for them
\nDidn’t wanna stab him but it happen
\nIt’s how the street goes
\nNiggas ain’t on clapping their just capping
\nTryna jeet hoes
\nKeep showing ya scars at least show them who you are
\nSpeak doe on how you never stuck to the g code
\nDon’t wanna speak no? But ya spoke to police doe
\nCivilians watched you get fucked like a peep show
\nTalk on me that’s blasphemy, got shooters that’ll blast for me
\nHot shot.. me get got?, They’re riding back for me
\nI was winning and my friends weren’t happs for me
\nWritten in scripture, Told man I ain’t Hitler
\nOr genocidal, you ain’t gotta get gassed for me
\nG at least smile or clap for me, niggas tried clap at me
\nShoot my own shots, no niggas gotta clap for me
\nShe throw it back and it clap for me
\nTold bro this buggaboo bitch tryna chat to me
\nSaid he got bun, she tried trapping me and clapping me
\nFuck the baby talk, stop harassing me
\nDropped you out cah you never left the coochie in tact for me
\nAbout “is this how ya acting yeah”
\nThere’s only been 2 gyal that one night standed me
\nI’ve seen man do mag, turn trans on me
\nCosplayed a real nigga switched and turn gyal on me
\nThey can’t rattle me g, they just rat on me
\nNiggas wanna stab on me, still try rat on me
\nYou said “it is what it is” but is it actually
\nTry bring a knife to this fight, Ima assume that you lacked for me
\nFuck the bars in ya track for me or the thoughts that ya have for me
\nPeople dish out stabs for me they don’t even know
\nIf they just lefted him on a slab for me
\nIf I tell my nigga go & get tha shish kebab for me
\nThat's a green light, eat five and its casualty
\nReally lived a crazy life but it made me wise
\nBelieve in loyalty you might pay the price
\nTrust your instincts don’t mistake the vibe
\nIt’s a dog eat dog world, bitch that’s what natures like
\nSick of these little rapper guys & there made up lies
\nSick on beats but a bag of lies manna chatting shite
\nDjinn is me, fire formed spirit, i won’t say it twice
\nPicture me in the after life with a blade of ice
\nStill tryna get vengeance on my enemies
\nMiss my uncle Shane I only see him in my memories
\nI never made sense of this shit until I entered it
\nBeen involved from young I never signed up for a membership\n\n
