Mm
Mm

In this house with the Glocks
like a blouse, it come with extra buttons
Too much trippin' in the comments, nigga step on some'
Negotiate a hundred before I set the budget
Six Ms off the Warner deal
still rapping like I'm struggling
An eye twitching, boy, listen, I'm in it for the kill
We bully all the bullies
I'm in the hoodie, we just running drills
Bitch, the don dada, call one partner and you's a done deal
What happened last year? But I fear I'm on the hunt still
I'm cooking with grеase, I don't want the piecе
I double up the beef, that's cool with me
just double up the cheese
The general G, tell 'em beg me, please
If you don't wanna see what's up my sleeve
then keep the wolves at ease
Irritated, sick to my stomach
Made so much money, forgot my first name
they just call me "cousin"
Niggas fake and bitches nerve-wracking
But that's the thing
I learned lessons just to earn blessings
And lived through hell until I heard Heaven
I was starving
bare chest and like "Do y'all serve seconds? "
I don't miss, direct hit, send a firm message
You wasn't present which is precious
now meet your severance
You ruin long term riches for some small change
No favoritism here, to me, you niggas all strange
Feeling numb, once it's done, I felt all pain
That's what I do, I see it through, I'm screaming ball game
That's what's wrong with them niggas
grown and can't address your problems
Then play victim and go silent when I resort to violence
Pressure do make diamonds depend on how you apply it
It's really all about the value and who gon' fucking buy it
Before the beef, just know the enemies was once friends
This is sweet, we don't touch hands, just get the dustpan
Do 'em bad, smoke in they ass, need some' to dump in
Scream "Geronimo" and pop at hoes that try to jump in
I feel the urge, can't put it into words
Military purge, yes, sir, I'm getting niggas served it
What's this? You in your strike third?
Bitch got some nerve, cut off her and I'ma make it burn

Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, I still hate you
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, I still hate you
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful

How that shit happened?
How that shit, like
make you feel to necessarily be a part of this shit?
Like, I ain't even gon' lie, now?
Seeing that shit, firsthand? That shit feel
It's surreal, bro, that shit be feeling fake
I ain't gon' lie, I told my girl that shit, straight up
I ain't gon' hold you, bruh, I told her straight up, bro
I was like, nigga, I, I came out the coma
I'm like, listen, sometimes I be feeling like
I'm still 'sleep, like that shit be feeling fake
Like, what the homie do, the shit that I seen, like, I'ma
Like, you know how big, like, I'm in a, I'm, I'm
I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my
I'm coming out my accident
Crying to Ab-Soul music, bro
You what I'm sayin'? And to
and to be in the studio and watch the homie do a song
With a nigga that I look up to at a high level
You get I'm saying?
It really fucked my mental up
like, you get what I'm sayin'?
Not in, not on no, not on no dick riding shit
But on some real shit though, you get what I'm sayin'?
I'm like the homie doing some shitMan
hearing "peekaboo, " hearing people play that shit
I don't even be sayin' nothing, but I just be saggin'
And I just be hearin' niggas play this shit
you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in my Tesla, saggin'
And I be just, on the side, I s— I look over, I see a family
On my mama, I got a homie, bro, my best friend, you feel me?
His kids that— bro, they know the
that shit word for word, bro
Dead homies, bro, you know what I'm sayin'?
This shit I don't even bring up
bro, you get what I'm sayin'?
But this, this reality though, bro
I watched my homies progress in a way
that I'm talkin' 'bout, bro
I ain't, I never thought I ever see
bro, I ain't gon' lie to you
That shit motivating in a different type of way
I'm talkin' 'bout that shit motivate me
I push that shit onto my girl
Push that shit on to my
the— everybody that's around me like, look, man
It's, it's, it's life out here, homie
it is, this shit big, bro
and you can grab it, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause it's niggas that's grabbin' it
and I'm watching 'em grab it
you know what I'm sayin'? (That's my boy)
On everything
Aight, Mikey, you gotta get up here, bruh (Yeah)
No, start a new recording