Lyrics: Kalem Tarrant
Music: Kalem Tarrant
"Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh, like this"
B- b- b- b- b- bitch, I feel this running through my veins, I remain the same
Mother****ers get a bit of clout and let it bust their brains
SXMPRA, **** the people, see no evil that I couldn't take
Shady said: "Bitch mother****ers really want to imitate"
So tell me what it means to be a real homie, is it the feature or a piece of what I bring to the scene?
I guess we keeping everything thе way we see, I’m not G, nobody checkin' on a homie till thеy want something
Okay, like really wanna make it for the pop off, with the sawed-off, mother****er really wanna get cut off
Get a shot off in a better, better mockup in a better bank but your bank already pass gone
Quit tellin’ me that I’ll never be worth a dime, I'mma never be the one to, but my hands, they comin’ round back for a sign
All these rappers on my back like a rucksack
Tryna' take what I make in my ? pain
And my homie had a ? with a blood stain
When I turn my back and I trust that
All these rappers on my bay like a rucksack
Tryna' take what I make in my ? pain
And my homie had a ? with a blood stain
When I turn my back and I trust that
Pussy mother****er really wanna try me, but I'm mean, I'mma be what I really wanna be
Really wanna be me, knees deep in the scene, on the mother****ers really wanna cop my steez like-
No bitch, let me keep my peace, I'mma bust out quick like an SCP
Gonna one-seven-three, I'mma creep in the streets, tell a pussy mother****er that they better not play like-
I'll snap your ****in' neck like a KitKat, ooh
I be killin' shit since we bit back
I don't give a **** what you say, bitch, sit back
Stay up on my own damn shit, get my drip back
P- p- p- p- p- pussy want a piece of everything I ****ing did, I'll never give a mother****er about the ?, you never ?
? without a glance, I guess I have a different plan that doesn't end with the scythe
"Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh"