So don't call me a n***a, unless you call me "my n***a"
I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice
Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarra**ed
I came to bury you average, you feel slighted
It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it
I real life it, I spill vices
You will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest
n***a ain't no getting money on that conscious sh**
I'mma just load my gat on some survival sh**
And when I hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of it
I got that coke flow, that heat rock
I got that old school, huddle 'til the beat box
Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
I'mma beat that, 'til that mothaf**in' beat drop
I got love for my n***as, my k**ers
My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I got love for my sisters, my women
My b**hes, my strippers, my hoes
Hope they don't k** you cause you black today
They only feel you when you pa** away
The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies
Conflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthful
But if you die today, I hope you find some relief
In what a great escape, we still dodging from polices
When we make a plate, they be lying searching in my bucket
With the straightest face, it could be eighty eight
Sometimes I wonder why we k**ers, why they k**ing us
I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us
Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough
Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin
Ain't sh** change but the coast we adopted
Little black children you can call me that n***a, n***a