Nigga I’m trying to get paid
More money more problems
Please stay out my way
You gotta a problem I’ll solve it
Black gloves and some cartridges
Automatic or revolver
Catch you slipping you goner
Drinking some porridge
And reason with killers
Back home call em bad mon
In the states call it gang gang
Out west niggas gang bang
East side
You vibes nugga we outside
Same spot where Malcom x died
Vest on don’t get chastised

Asking you questions
Like bitch what you repping
My niggas will send you a message.

My town when you check in
You better tote weapons
Cause vultures will rain on your blessings


You better be stepping
Like this Armageddon
Or you can wake up
Right in heaven

I don’t want to stress you
But look at my kicks
That cost a head shot

Rocking designers
By stella McCartney yeah
That made her bed rock

Keep goings till the bank stops
We don’t par with no mat lock

Waste man we don’t hang with those
We don’t drink lean
We smoke fanta

Twist up
Get you fixed up
Deal with mix up
You get nuff slaps

Cool running where the love at
Two hundred for the dad hat
Two hands for the most high
Got a couple gz on the nasdaq



Hey
I rather get paid
I’ll give you all of the fame
Rappers get treated like slaves
Your favorite rapper just gave you chain
Your label robin but you getting some change
You on a rope
And I understand how you feel
No I don’t I’m just being real

Here’s a few things I wouldn’t do
Spend 350 on a tennis shoe

Fuck a bitch in a swimming pool
In a Benz or on a roof

Trash vibes that shit ain’t cool
Women like that shit aint cute


I got the juice
Packing the Mac in the back of coupe
She gave me roof right in the back she put her mac
And left stains on my fruits

Doubling back
This is that mafia rap

Drizzy and gucci
Will give you dap

Approaching man loosely
Will get you a bax

Moving too close will get you a nap


Look
Man don’t chat we just move the tings
Hey can’t go back
Man that’s slack
And hedition tings

I got a piece of dat
She said she ain’t eating dat
Suck mon teeth for dat
Bad like mr super cat
This that boom bap

Bitch get fed mad soup for that




Geez old man

Don’t mean to be this frank

Your aura stinks and you got no swag
All your clothes are Rank

I’m dripping on em what you think
All I smoke is dank

I’m donatello with the stick
Keep it on the waist
And they can’t find me
If they find me I’ll be out of state

Just for practice
Want to whack you
But I’m out of shape
Grab on my toolie
Smoked a Lucy
Told me I can wait.



God damn
God damn
Hey



I got the juice

Hey
I keep a blicky to blaze sum