General

[Intro]
Uh, fuckin' wisdom tooth is killin' me
Fuck, whatever—ahem

[Verse 1]
Check, anybody can see the kid got it
I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it
From rappin' in that truck with bolts on and rollin' blunts
Baggin' a couple bitches and fuckin' them all at once
Friday night lights, I was catchin' and droppin' punts
Thinkin' 'bout rappin', I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strummin' kinda like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught
Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talkin'
I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs
Glad we did that, now I'm flyin' to Los Angeles
With a 8th in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula
Tarantino on your big screen, ho
Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo
Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo
And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo
You gotta chill 'cause niggas can get they cap peeled
I keep that .40 like I'm Pat Tillman
They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em
And a million other black children, let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'

[Chorus]
Alright, I feel amazin', I can feel the haters, do some
I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot some
Niggas talkin' crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny
Pull up on ya, had a crew comin', take a deuce on ya, hold up, nigga

[Interlude]
I'm talkin' about for real
I mean man, I did it man, talkin' 'bout for real, man
Your ass goin' to do it man, free us and shit man
We was in deep, we done got-, we done got (Look, look) evictions, man (Look)
We had went through everything

[Verse 2]
Lookin' for it in the night time, (Night time) I been lookin' for it all day (All day)
I'ma get it at the right time, (Right time) watch 'em fuck with me the long way (Long way)
Watch a nigga at the bike whip, (Whip, whip) hit the buyer with the stone face (Stone face)
Greenbriar with the whole case, (With the whole case) bust it down and flood the whole state (Whole state)
Bitches know when that work good, (Work good) Anna Mae eat the whole cake (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't even gotta role play, (We ain't even gotta role play) had to get it out the bowl way (Had to get it out the bowl way)
Kill shit, OJ, no way, (Yeah) Jose, slo-mo, (Yeah) okay (Alright)
I don't do this shit at your pace, (I don't do this shit at your pace) I ain't here to do it your way (I ain't here to do your way)
And I'm comin' through the ceilin'
Through the floor, back and front door way
You do not want war, I swear, I (Swore) swore on your grave (Been)
I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade—wait
Even before grades, (Yeah, yeah) goin' to my brother court dates (Yeah)
And I asked my mom and dad what he did but they'd never tell me (Yeah, never tell me)
Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he sellin' (Dope he sellin')
Kinda close but no cigarillo, (Cigarillo) he was armored up, that's a armadillo (Armadillo)
My pops did time in the military (In the military) and he taught us how to disarm a nigga (Yeah)
See the boys, you better warn a nigga but J.I.D prolly got warrants, nigga
Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, nigga (Like Florence)
(Yeah) Swear your raps so borin', nigga
Then you say you trap—you be lyin', nigga (Lyin', nigga)
I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers (Yeah)
Better grab and strap, (Yeah) people dyin', nigga, Lord (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sorry we makin' all the noise, (Sorry we makin' all the noises) but you ain't have to call the boys (You ain't have to call the boys)
Some shit you just can't avoid, dumb shit, (Yeah) coolin' with the squad

[Outro]
I was talkin' 'bout man, you know how we-we livin' it now man, I'm talkin' 'bout everybody, ya dig what I'm sayin'?
Ayy man, big shit goin' on over here, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody makin' they plays, but everybody had to work for sum', ain't shit came without nothin', nigga
You kids don't know what we talkin' about, where we come from, they gon' know about--and I'm talkin' 'bout all the way from Deshon Road, y'know what I'm sayin'?
My dad, y'know, growing up in the projects, y'know what I'm sayin', putting the real shit in us, not keepin' around no fucks and keepin' all that bullshit away from a nigga, so we can grow up to be real ones
I clocked they don't make that shit no more