HEY

Verse:

Fuck!
Everybody wanna fucking problem, but i can't stand shit
So i started from the bottom
Tweeting, bitching like a hoe who always behind the screen
Always trynnna fucking teach me
Screaming
Fuck out of my face but you know i erase
And i make my own pace, and i do not race oh
I'm inna state, that i generate
These songs out the gate
Theres no debate
57 knock down all these clowns downtown
This game is on lockdown
I'm not gonna backdown, can't turn your back down, ay
Taking big fat lines, fucking up my mind, escape reality
Snorting molly off the .45, white girls lined, and i lose sanity

Standing on the top of the motherfucking mountain
Racked another thousand, countin'
Finessing from the government, they stealing from the poor they drowning
Burning up the flag, cuz i wanna portray
Fists up embrace, and i say with grace
Juneteenth is the day, and we free from the slaves
57 back now, making up a track pound
Steady motherfucker trynna say I'm in the background
I leveled up, but you always raise hell now
Making these tracks now
Making these bops now
You are an opp now
You sleeping awake, and you turning away, shoot the Glock in yo spot now