Karma

Yeah, man, ain't no cap up in my rap, and that's a fact
On God fo'sho

[Chorus]
Bro asked me if I'm scared of karma I said no
I'm too cold I seen so much my heart is froze
I'm on the go hurry up to sell my soul
They say I won't make it, but I feel I'm getting close
Grew up kinda rough I had to wear some hand-me clothes
[?] she said Peppa can really get a Grammy, bro
Pull up on a opp and then that pussy gotta go
Trap house watching raids this is really how it goes
I'm stuck in my ways don't like talking on the phone

[Verse]
And I acting so you know lil' Peppa walking on his own
And do not push it 'cause I might slap up your noggin that's fo'sho
She wanna fuck me 'cause she know that she be bragging to her friends
She suck me up 'cause you know i'ma bust a nut, and then I go
Thеy said I was hated they say Peppa got thе hardest Toronto flow
Lonely keep a hammer
I'm sure you don't want no drama, yeah
Bodies on bodies, murder rate, it's getting higher (It is)
I'm having fun half of lack I'm undecided
And I can whip it on my own I D.I.Y
Bro just came back home, he did some months he tryna got me chilled
I can't let these pussy niggas really try me drop me down the hill
I'm just tryna get a mill'
Murder [?]

[Chorus]
Bro asked me if I'm scared of karma I said no
I'm too cold I seen so much my heart is froze
I'm on the go hurry up to sell my soul
They say I won't make it, but I feel I'm getting close
Grew up kinda rough I had to wear some hand-me clothes
[?] she said Peppa can really get a Grammy, bro
Pull up on a opp and then that pussy gotta go
Trap house watching raids this is really how it goes
I'm stuck in my ways don't like talking on the phone