Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold still ya hold tight we gone f*ck up a snitch
Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold down with this track uh take a sniff
Cuz I got
Ten glocks in my kingdom
Ten shots that I been on
Don't test me bitch I'll slit ya wrists
And take a hit of this shit
Cuz I got
Cane powder in my veins
Lock n loaded in vain
Click back hear the shit clack
When I rip apart this kid
Home boys always tweaking
Runnin from bitches feelings
We headed out we beaming
2 hunnit down the roads fienin
Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold still hold ya tight we gone f*ck up a snitch
Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold down with this track uh
I don't need a light on to see fake people
Cause when it's dark that's when i'm most lethal
Deceivably ugly
So when you see me i'm tasteful
Even when i was fetal i was fatal
So now that i'm a few years older you think my skills have been totalled
Oh please
Get off my d
And watch me succeed
Being what you wanted to be
Cause you never had the shit i got to unattainably
Want more from this game you see?
I've been spitting since i was 11
That's when i hit the realization it was time to test em
Test the game
Show ery body i'm here to bring back real rap
N hopefully get some fame
So maybe i can help the family's name
Bring em up take em out the hood
On these streets they mean we even f*ck up the good
Suck my dick you sick little whore
Give me your baby's umbilical chord
Around my neck kick the chair to the floor
I don't give a shit anymore
I'm in streets for life
I'm always puttin up a fight
Hit the shit
Flick my bic
Rub ya clit
Get it in
Rest a bit
Back at it
Like a crack addict
Plastered but I'm back at it
Silly wonka questioned this candy
But I'm here to blow up and show my mother fuckin grand finale
Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold still ya hold tight we gone f*ck up a snitch
Rockabye rockabye rockabye bitch
Hold down with this track uh take a sniff
Yenno i can find out where you live with one text
He says stop playin you don't got the contacts
Yenno what we packin
Never catch napping
Homie never caught me lackin
Yeah i'm straight outta vi
Always askin yo g why
I tell ya
Cause we from an island
Yeah you think we ain't hard?
Imma be the one who takes ya life n writes ya mommy a mourning card
But yenno she already had my mornin card
Yeah they call me a motha fucka
And i live up to the tittle
I be workin harder than snoop
But yo he be my idol
Yeah i don't be stoppin for nothin
I'm always on that grind
Even momma know somethin wrongs in my mind
Something wrong in my mind
All that time that I'm on my grind
You know that I got that shit
That laid up and fed up on all that Fedex shit that I send out
For the money
I make that fame and it's funny
You know that I look to Dre
You know that I'll blow up to fame
You know that I got that shit like Tupac
In it but you know that I get it
And spend it quicker than you can finish
Finesse the shit
And get the shit
Cuz you know that I got the shit
Cuz you know I ride with the best and I my crew with me
You know we next
