(Beginning)
Sound like a god damn Jack In the Box Burger
I'm hungry as f*ck
I ain't really telling n*ggas a god damn thing
(Hook)
This ain't a game n*gga whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the f*cking back
We don't know you ho
b*tch that be on the set
n*ggas rap for years but they still ain't made it yet
b*tch n*ggas
Ho n*ggas
Man it's all the same sh*t
Ya'll n*ggas ain't sh*t
Can't afford no bullets huh? (x2)
(Verse 1)
I said my uncles was the hardest on the f*cking set
Tell my story n*gga you ain't even heard it yet
I'm near that shack on the road down near Bouldercrest
I knew a n*gga who got bludgeoned they ain't find him yet
b*tch I don't know yo name and you can't f*cking smoke
I just know yo mama mama is a f*cking ho
I bet them genes they don't fall far from the tree
Meet Belial if yo ass tryna f*ck wit me
b*tch I got grandma on grammar from grams in my sock
Block be so sick you get shot get the pox
Castro own parents they had gotten doxxed
He on the street and he slanging that rock
Ho you ain't hiding that b*tch in yo Glock
Weed got my ass slanted like I'm Brock
Young Makaveli I feel like I'm Pac
Nah f*ck that n*gga I feel like I'm Hak
(Hook)
This ain't a game n*gga whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the f*cking back
We don't know you ho
b*tch that be on the set
n*ggas rap for years but they still ain't made it yet
(Verse 2)
Better off finding me
Yo mom on ketamine
Maybelline
7.62 shampoo
Right at yo f*cking scalp
Run yo mouth
Mama ain't raise a b*tch
Ya'll n*ggas make me sick
Swear to god
n*gga it's beddy bye
Grandma made pot pies
When I was twelve
When I was sixteen
Slanging pot pies
Not from the mail
Mama I seen a lot
Cause I would hide a lot
You either real or not
I really doubt that
b*tch I had seen a lot
Had to get three heads
Better than one
When you on these streets
n*gga you lunch meat
b*tch what the f*ck you mean
This sh*t is real my g
When I was seventeen
And they shot at me
Literally
This is a PCA
n*gga we struggling
f*ck it though
Imma be getting dough
This collar coming off
That's on my bros
(Hook)
This ain't a game n*gga whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the f*cking back
We don't know you ho
b*tch that be on the set
n*ggas rap for years but they still ain't made it yet
b*tch n*ggas
Ho n*ggas
Man it's all the same sh*t
Ya'll n*ggas ain't sh*t
Can't afford no bullets huh? (x2)