I Might Need Security

[Verse]
The Prodigal Son of Memphis, I’ll return in 19
Made my first rack with my niggas back when I was 19
On the same streets that killed Dr. King
I put my life on these tracks, so there’s no way that you could kill my dreams

You kill me, well then you gotta see the rest of my team
You feel me? Moving funny, niggas must be police
Who realer than me? Who realer than me?
You could sip syrup in Houston and you still wouldn’t be no triller than me

I’m in my bag like a butterscotch in my granny purse
Eradicat flow, put you pussy niggas in a hearse
This just the first verse, so if you sensitive I recommend you soft ass niggas apply to work at Nerf

You gone get bed sores the longer you keep sleeping on me
Can’t you see all these blessings I been reaping on me?
Versatility, you think that I do singing only?
You think opportunity got your doorbell ringing only?

Keep it humble nigga, never conceited
I guess I got your attention, you can now be seated
I’m too hot so niggas had to degree me
And you clout chasing ass niggas back from school still can’t AUC me, my nigga fuck you

[Chorus]
And fuck you too
I don’t give 2 fucks bout what you do
You should wake up, but you press snooze
Just wanna get my cake up with my crew
So nigga fuck you

[Chorus]
Man fuck these niggas
I got more flows, I’m way more cold, I’m reaching more goals
Niggas try to ride the wave but can’t control the boat
Them niggas back from high school turned into niggas no one knows
Guess the facade just fades as time unfolds you know?

To all my old hoes listening, I don’t want no closure
My new girl snatched, have you like what closure
I’m feeling the pressure but I keep my composure
Roll good dozier, so everything Kosher

I got my own lane, I got my own sound
That can’t be said for a lotta niggas who be around
Sooner or later you gone have to bow down
I suggest that you Get Hip or end up Trapped Undrgrnd, you get it?

I’m too Stoked, so let me give y’all some Info
I pay no mind to your jap ass innuendos
You live in glass houses, tryna bust out my windows?
Best believe them hoes is tempered glass in case you didn’t know

We been getting dough
Stack the paper up, divide amongst my kinfolk
Switch up the tempo, accelerando
I don’t agree with things my father does, I’m still his son though
My mama hates that I smoke weed, I get it, that’s my mom though

But I been staying outta trouble in the 901 though
Life can be stressful AF but I’m just having fun though
The Nate Dogg of Memphis you nigga gotta pay me
And if you try to play me? Shit, tell em Jamie

[Chorus]
And fuck you too
I don’t give 2 fucks bout what you do
You should wake up, but you press snooze
Just wanna get my cake up with my crew
So nigga fuck you