Verse 1
Young n***a
Did it like he Jay
Bagged me bad tender
Looking like She Bey
Feeling like a million and some change
But on the real I'm billions miles away
Speaking of real
What's up with guys
I don't see a lot of us Those eyes
Acquaintances many
Friends little to none
So f** chasing my Henny
I dowse the pain with the sting from rum
I wish I was high right now
But all I got is disconnect notice
I ain't copped in a week
You know nix connect notices
So much envy
I love it tho
But n***as don't test me
This gun hill road
Hook
I need a bottle
Bottle
Bottle
Bottle
Bottle
To listen to this bullsh** rap
n***as so Gross
Ewww
Look at those flows
A n***a go stupid dope
n***as so so
n***as dint k** it nope
n***as won't blow
n***aas so
n***as so
n***as so Gross
Verse 2
Couple beers & that purple
Ain't no squares in my circle
Too much hate in their pours
n***as hating like chores
Here's some jealousy
It may just be yours
n***as all in they feelings
I can't take it no more
Oh They balling Top billing?
How's the hood ?
Save you poor
You basic for sure
What wouldn't you do for a couple bands
n***as Living broke
Dying to be rich
But sh** I understand
n***as lying on they dick
But if I said I never spent more than I should all cause I had my eye on a b**h I didn't ...they did
You need you some Jesus
Go pray to The Lord
Or go lie in a ditch
Stay there & snore
I hop u get 2 PAC shakure'd
n***as scared of themselves
But that's childish & I'm quite grown
Where ya heart @
n***as lost Trynna Find home
I can't f** with a lot of y'all
What you gon do
When the price of that dollar fall
Anti social
Not at all
Just Anti you
b**h n***as make my head hurt
I need some Tylenol
Yo shout out TS
My n***as you paved it
& shout out to BX
n***a we made it
Shout out to queens ridge
Tboa and A pinks
Now shout to Brooklyn
Nello & Frigga
My n***as let's make hits
I take it easy in these beats
Dem rappers going hard for that trash
It's looking like we be on the beach
Yams n***a
Leave me on repeat
How a n***a so hot in the south
And he be on the East
I done bodied n***as a long time
No love for them
I had to make the song cry
So much repetition from n***as
A n***as getting sick of them n***as
I hope life imitates art
& Someone catch a lick on these n***as
Strong words
All facts tho
These songs turds
These wack flows
The God birthed you a**hole
This throne is getting comfortable
When you on top n***as come for you
Is that so?
I can see it they got eyes on me
But if momma could see me now
I mean the grind homie
She'd be really proud
Soundk**ers
We put the pain in out hits
Look the catalog
How could have one man
Painted all this
A n***a need adderall
Or I'm a end up pausing they sh**
I mean all of they sh**
These n***as so gross
I don't f** with em
So it's f** em them