[Produced by Fatin]
We wild up front
I let em know cause I ain't bout no stunts
I need get back. My n***a ain't died for nothin
And if if that man wrong in my eyes he realer
And I'm k**er, Afro splitter, and ex dealer
Imma menace. Above them n***as
They ain't swimming, Imma get em
Filet them fishes in they sk**et, they dinner
f** em, I ain't hurtin for nothin
A few struttin' at the pad, one's under the covers
And her b**b game bu*tons but her a** somethin
She likes walks in the park, smokin gra**, and f**in'
And my brother Jimmy had his dance wit trouble
It's my brother. Stubborn as an a**. In puddles
That's my brother. Now I gotto call my mother
Lay it on her like bu*ter. On the jack she cussin
About he started gettin high and that spark the struggle
He got knocked by them same cop busted your cousin
He startin talkin to them boys tryin to shorten his numbers
They hit em off wit a deal and squealed on the wrong cats
Heard he was snitching and they came to give it all back
Two n***as in all black wit a ball bat and a ball cap
Plus more cats wit more straps
Let em off at em. Now the Ds at my doormat
Askin' me to chill, but it's real I'm off that
I'm out to get answers and a reason fall back