Yo, it's sick to imagine All these things, what I think in the mansion It's goin' into an Instagram caption (Madness) Yo, where's the tape? Let me grab it 'Cause this is an instant classic
Yo, it's sick to imagine All these things, what I think in the mansion It's goin' into an Instagram caption (Madness) Yo, where's the tape? Let me grab it 'Cause this is an instant classic Hope you didn't think I'd panic I see ships sinkin', shits been Titanic I just think gigantic, ginormous The rhymes awkward My life tortures white ballers and some shite talkers I think the pipe caught 'em, I am Gorton (Me) I put the G in my ends, I am the G out of town And a G in my ends, see me out the ends I've been banned for years but I need me a Benz They'd probably love to see me drive to see me in the pen But I ain't failing again I keep failing my theory need to do it again (Stress me out) But I ain't losin' again, we keep it movin' again This some real-life movies for them (Movies) They think it's music again I'mma end up losin' my head Can't you see what I do to the pen? I ain't spit to get paid for this Did it all my life, shit, I was made for this (All my life) I couldn't wait for this, Cali out the pound I might pack out the 'wood If you ain't down, you gettin' ran out the hood (Ran) Catch we wishing with the woosh, might pop out the bush I swapped the good for the bad and the bad for the good Now my money goin' up, and the bag goin' up I need a bag full of drugs In the hood there's no love and nobody don't trust I'm in my Nike shucks, got me feelin' locked up If it ain't the wap, he's gettin' poked up Fags on the M-way, when I land, we'll have a smoke up I'm still trappin' and rappin' they think I've blown up (Same shit) Prayin' on my downfalls, keep your hopes up Plottin' and wishin' but they ain't stoppin' the vision And I'm on top of the mission, I don't see no opposition They ain't never did no big jobs (Never) , or took a big loss I need a big job, I grip Mr. Big Chops I'd rather hit one before I see the plug ripped off I need the belly, Rick Ross Brinny first time when I've seen God Got me thinkin' shit I couldn't think of Ask LC or Likkle T, my Samsung still use to ring off Had me doing cling jobs, but the wings hot That's why the mandem use to come through Meekz Manny, get a break-off I stay T wrappin', no days off Got me thinkin' ways to make prof' I turnt soft to rock it gets straight dropped Who knew I'd come through? Drop a tune about my phone and take off My Hoods Hottest straight hot Them man are straight pop I need pain for this shit, it's not made up (Nah) I'm gettin' straight to the money from when I wake up My friends are my family, so we say "Cause" Shit's crazy see my own blood change up Anyone can die if they snake us I need labels and cribs, that's why I save up MCR, MRC, straight up (MRC) I fucked the roads up like a plate-up Iced up, get you lied to keep the price good But he taped up for a date, this shit's dangerous Flavours, I woke the neighbours They won't mistake 'cause speakin' misbehaviour, must've been the fragrance But I love blazing flavours, light woke the pagans Bright beam must've been parked for ages It's the kid with the crazy hair and crazy trainers Lookin' San Andreas Crazy hair in case you need to make a statement Before rap, they knew me, I'm a major statement GMP, two times facin' the papers, they want me gone for ages Guess they don't know certain places Two times facin' the papers, but I was wanted for ages I guess I can't go certain places There's no curtains in Day's cribs I gotta work with the basics Stack it and save it, grab it and take it I'm tryna slap it and blaze it And give me the 'matic, I'll spray shit