Run it up I'm tryna make a change feeling like Lil Baby got to prove sumn
They be tweaking on me cause they sleeping on me
Like they favorite button was the snooze button
Time to wake them up
Tired of shorty telling me we breaking up
Just tryna break some records and apply that pressure
Make my music better f*ck that extra stuff… REAL SHIT
I ain't done enough I gotta step it up not just as a man but a father figure
That mean toughen up If you ain't giving it your all
Tell me why you even bother nigga
You can't be around me and a deadbeat
That don't even go in the same sentence
I know two brothers with the same mother
Who don't like each other in the same prison
Different charges I just find it fucked how we end it up in they same system
Gotta watch the game and who they point to blame
They tryna wash your brain know the system wicked
Tryna beat the streets in Dr Dre Beats getting no sleep staying on the grind
Feeling fantastic going Illmatic in this Gangster rapper NEW York state of mind
They don't see the hustle they don't see they struggle
Till your money double know the people blind
You need tunnel vision f*ck them other niggas
They not fucking with you tell them wait in line
Not too much on shorty that's another story for another time
But I could make her mine
Tell me pop my shit but when I show my ass
Imma really show them where the Sun don't shine
That's a hidden message bet you didn't get it
But you still to catch it from this gun of mine
L's to the death yeah I really rep it yes I'm stepping Bitch I'm breaking spines
They ain't got to like it cause I like fighting
Tryna stop the violence with a twisted mind
I ain't never ever ever ever ever and I mean ever ran not a single time
5'11 But I walk around like I'm in sixes
Momma raised me I ain't need the trenches
Daddy gave me game before he went to prison
Get the chicken like Louisiana kitchens
It's so many snakes man this shit ridiculous
Come up with the team see the vision
S4MB yeah I love my niggas
L's
Kick it up a notch let the beat rock spottemmgotem how I let the beatbox
I live lasvish nigga imma savage nigga kicking off his socks when his feet hot
They be money spreading just to send a message
But this smith and Wesson really all I got
And this kick back from this Big Mac really blow a nigga like a ball of snot
You could catch a blessing or catch this weapon
I'll turn a nigga to a pork chop
That's enough of that
Why she texting me when you coming back
That's yo girl dawg why I'm humping that
Give her good wood like a Lumberjack
How you Pushing Ps but it ain't pack
Bitch I'm going crazy need a straitjacket
Yeah Yeah
Niggas always talking on that tough stuff That'll get him fucked up
Punches hitting hard like they nun chucks
Sending taco shells better duck duck
Crime Mob reckless better run if you knuck you get buck buck
Took my gift to sports having fun with this wrestling shit
But in the mean time let me work on what's my destiny
I done paid my dues to this shit f*ck all the heckling
Took some win took some losses tell me who can mess with me
Can't pass up no more chances keep around who want the best for me
Pay me with commitment and I guarantee the rest is free
Long life ahead you just keep your head up
Salute to all the real ones who don't dread us
Keep telling me I look like my daddy I guess I'll dread up
Like a stripper pole for these bands yo bitch legs up
I'm the man for real so chill ain't have to beg her
Pretty chocolate thing from the hills I never met her
Still let me sex her
