[Verse 1]
Get the drop, I'm flying there
And you know they're dying there
They took my nigga's soul out his body and left him lying there
Jail burned my Amir's, I caught him running up the stairs
These niggas snitching, no one cares
Young boy, can't do all them years
It ain't too much to chat about cah all I did were trap it out
He were talking on my name, he ran off when I backed it out
Caught him in his back, in his face so I'm happy now
I did like a five in there, they're just pissed I'm back about
G I used to fuck my re-up till I stacked a hundred G up
Used to be a clacker too and I used to throw my C up
Now all I talk about is bottom and the tops
And you know that I ain't fucking with the opps
I know they're staring at the diamonds in my watch
And with this tennis and my pinky, that's a fifty
And if I go then all my people dem gon' miss me
And I been the one putting on for my city
And now it's '23, I don't see nothing but jealousy
I trap but this rap's my therapy
Me and her got chemistry, we just pouring up Hennessy
She don't care bout my felonies, she get drops on my enemies
I came too far to turn back, for that bitch I'll burn that
Loyalty you earn that, they fire then I burn back
I keep pushing, I told my people "I'm gon' be suttin"
I'm just tryna buy another crib when that P come in
Real rapper, you know I'm a real trapper
They heard my verse on Rimzee's tape and said I still matter
It's still bottom and the tops, I ain't fucking with the opps
I'm waiting for my drops, I hear they're waiting by the shops
They love the way I rap on beats and they know I got that heat
I'm the voice of the streets and I give my youngers eats
I'm still in and out the T, all I think about's the re
It's mad I used to tick a Z, now I'm brucking down a ki
Just tryna do this rap but they love it cah I trap
I'll put your life on my wrist and my city on the map
And they just let me free again
I can't let them take me back becah my little girl's getting grown
Can't be knowing none of that
Free my guys in prison, caught a bird cah they didn't listen
Gotta do a twenty till they're home and shit's just different
When we talking on the phone, he tells me "Keep this shit consistent"
Cah he locked up in the system, with my life it could be different
Treating rapping like I'm trapping, tell you people tap in
All these bruddas capping, when I pull up they just snapping
Born poor but I'ma die rich, G I'm on some fly shit
I don't need no stylist, my ussy ain't got mileage
Neck and wrist like three bricks, I'm fly like a G6
Had to get this shit myself cah they didn't wanna see me rich
Head weren't really in the rhyming, all I thought about was grinding
That pressure built diamonds, all that pain made me violent
Running from these sirens, I don't care bout a come-up
Cah you dead if I pull up and I come with my gun up
Put my all into this Rex, all you thought about was sex
All these diamonds on my neck, now they're saying I'm up next
[Verse 2]
That money ain't gon' wait for you my G, you gotta get that
And they gonna respect that
Cah G I came from nothing, caught a bird and then got sent back
They gave me IPP, that were a death trap
I came home and watch how serious I take rap
Feel my presence, they were tryna rub me out but share my blessings
I ain't written in a second
Had to focus on me, this trapping gave me indigestion
They don't know my pain, too much for my brain
Tried to draw me out, I left him dead on the mains
They sent me jail, I did a five for the case
I were sixteen, came home with a beard on my face
Mother tried her best but these streets I was raised
Touch one hair on my head, I'm gon' reach for my waist
I ain't even thinking bout beating the case
The way I jumped out and let the ting beat in his face
Nigga I don't need a reason, hustle every season
Putting down them racks for my financial freedom
So I can wake up and just do as I please and
Allow the road cah I been out here like a demon
My mama know I'm trapping, said I should be rapping
See this life different when you see a hundred stacking
I never had a grand, I paid that for these shoes I trap in
This Ramadan I missed a hella prayers and I weren't fasting
Forgiveness what I'm asking, I know that I ain't perfect
It's crazy in the dunya then you die and it ain't worth it
Everyday I wake up to hit the block and just work it
And G I'm hitting every spot, coming like a circuit
But I hate this fuckery, doubt when they trust me
When I do, make sure you tell 'em no one buss me
Seen some niggas get it and just lose it all for pussy
And try bounce back and just get treated like Dutchy
