(Intro: Allah and (Geno Banks))
(Aye you turn me up in the head phones)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
(Verse: Allah)
I cannot believe this a f**ing discussion
This sh** here is over 9000
I get it poppin its for the creek sake
You got no chance this ain't a sweepstake
Yall n***as tryin us in the booth
Feelin like empire you lyon up in the booth
If yall n***as here keep lyin up in the booth
Its gone be some rap n***as who dyin up in the booth
Fosho
Got me thinkin like man oh me
Yall musta all got together poppin zans on three
I hear alot of sh** how yall gonna lay hands on me
A bunch of gay a** n***as making plans on me
I got stan p here straight stuntin on you n***as
I got chosen right here straight stuntin on you n***as
I got casanova here straight stuntin on you n***as
How you n***as actin like there ain't nothin on you aaawe
Take a look
They see what im doing i got em shook
Now my n***as eatin like it was the last supper
And now allah at the table like last supper
You can get whats left over like last supper
I put it on my momma this ain't a f**ing discussion
Lotta n***as musta bumped they head and had a concussion
If they ever thought my whole team was something to f** with
I get it
They forgot
Tetris i changed the block
Geno ain't fighting you getting shot
You can't blame him he lost alot
I gotta tell my n***as relax
I get the paper just like a fax
You can't get mad im sayin facts
Look where im at look where you at
n***a
But
Here we are
The way they watchin allah now they jehovah witnesses
Witness this
The fact that im spazzin you let it get to you
n***as hop on facebook and twitter thats what a b**h'll do
You social networkin and its not workin
You worried bout me you n***as not workin
How can i stop workin if the block workin
Why would i stop shootin if the Glock workin
This sh** here is over 9000
Ill say it again say it again
They hear the tape play it again
Alot of my n***as they in the pen
These n***as dead make the shirts
Put out a couple amber alerts
I gotta pull all of these n***as skirts
Im f**in b**hes using desserts
Yeah
Whats more for you b**hes
You know its chivalry i open up some doors for you b**hes
I mean i gotta little liquor i can pour for you b**hes
Got some Gucci decor i never wore before for you b**hes
All this paper i can prolly make a paper mache
Its the prophet of the profit imma make it today
A couple real n***as prolly didn't make it today
Tell me what you want it to be so i can make it today
Of course
A problem an issue
Revolve em they miss you
Break it down ju jitsu
The substance the mis use
Lord take me to a place where the b**hes real as f** and the n***as don't hate and the bills never late oh god thank you Jesus
n***as always hatin us till they f**ing need us mane!
Yeah