Warning

(Intro)

(Yeah I fucking told them I warned them, Multiple times, Every single fucking day of my life has been a struggle, Ain't nothing coming back)

(God damn.. fuck everything bro...)

(Man, I need that fucking lean pass me that shit bro, Man you wanna hit this shit?)

(You know that bitch Jenny bro? That bitch Jenny bro, I fucking hate that bitch! Man fuck Jenny (Aw God damn!) She fucking wrecked my heart bro!)

(Verse 1)

Bitch, this Is your warning
This Is your time, ain't no compromise
I just keep it low, I just keep it shadow, I just keep on growing
Feeding off the life of the living
All these dead Rappers, they can't hear me
I am just a lifted King living
Trying not to die, I'm livid
These kids silly, they just tripping, gone off the lean and the Henny
New fine bitch named Jenny, tryna work It out, It ain't working
Shut the fuck up, don't you get tired of talking
You look like a birdy, just talking
Tryna find a bitch, why you stalking?
Yuh, bitch, this Is your warning, this Is your time
Take off disguise, look in the sky
Look at my eyes, bitch I'm trying not to die
Bet you talking shit, boy you better not lie
Trying my crew telling lies, you had a good one, nice try
Had a good year, flew by
Look at me now, I'm fly, pity on you just for trying
Whole fucking crew, destroy you in a motherfucking sentence
Try me bitch? Learn your motherfucking lesson
No (?) are sneak dissing
Try me, rest in fucking pieces

(Verse 2)

C.D.G. got these hoes on me!
Tryna find a light, but you know I can't fucking see
I got lean on me, and the motherfucking green
1 time, 2 times, lay It down, now I'm free
Bitch!
Where you getting all this motherfucking money?
Bitch, you tryna be me like you're in my fucking story
Biting off my fame, taking all my fucking glory
Got the whole crew with me, and you know we stay loaded
Cause we're racking up the bands, and It's weighing down my pants
Look into my eyes and I put you in a fucking trance

(Trance!)

Shut the fuck up, when you're begging on your knees
Talking bout "Propaganda, don't shoot me!"
Better mind your own business, don't try me
1,2,3, took a knife to the gut
Propaganda, when you left that stuff?
Designer on my back, "You don't need that much!"
Got stabbed in the back, can't trust no one
Got a strict bitch, yeah, I can't have no fun

(Nah, Fuck that!)

Got it all back, gotta hide my fucking stash
Got it all with me, and my homies have my back
Got my homies with me, and they keep that fucking strap
We don't know no one like you, and that's a fucking fact
I don't sleep at night, and my best friend Is my strap
Keep that In mind, keep that In mind
Aye, bitch, keep that In mind, aye
Bitch, keep that In mind
Aye, my best friend is my strap, aye!

(Outro)

(God fucking damn. Man, this gon be our fucking lives right here, man Damn.. You ready for this shit? Plane to plane, City to city.. I'm ready bro, Are you fucking ready for this? We gotta put our all into this.. Nobody's going to understand our lives, but you know, fuck It, fuck them!)

(Damn, What she say? Man, fuck that bitch.. I don't got time for bitches no more man... No fucking time for these hoes.... Fuck these hoes..)

(You gon hit this.... What do you think about this?)