Literature

[Chorus]
I got on Off-White
Taking me off guard
Lil savage G life legit baby die by that ball park
I had no one to call on I need a phone book
And that bad news like a earthquake had my home shook
Thought it was sweet but then went sour like some lemonade
I thought I was your potion but it was bad chemistry
They found me on the block and threw me in the industry
Now my little cousin wanna read I told him literature

[Verse 1]
I wanna give a shout out to my aunt Risha
Hoodie on my head, living like the reaper
I don’t read the bible, I just read my 16 truths of Ifa
They want mе locked up in the state likе I’m Beanie Sigel
And I want straight cash, no cash app
And I was in the Pontiac not the Trans Am
I’m tryna free all of my niggas like a grand slam
Chose up, we smoking flavor, Toucan Sam
Had first ran two backwoods, seven grams
Same niggas that doubted me believe in me
Same bitches that trust me with my life the ones that cheated me
Nightmares every night, got me don’t wanna go to sleep
Got this devil in my eyes, I see what the evil see

Like should I be the one to protest?
They took my dog I asked the judge he ain’t have no pity
Gamble with my life like every day I ain’t have no bet
I put the dick right in my gun, I ain’t have no sex
You tryna bust a nut, I was tryna catch a opp
Teardrop on the floor, you’ll get your feelings mopped
Party in the condo we gon’ party till the ceiling drop
Who that at the door? We just gon’ shoot if we hear a knock

[Chorus]
I got on Off-White
Taking me off guard
Lil savage G life legit baby die by that ball park
I had no one to call on I need a phone book
And that bad news like a earthquake had my home shook
Thought it was sweet but then went sour like some lemonade
I thought I was your potion but it was bad chemistry
They found me on the block and threw me in the industry
Now my little cousin wanna read I told him literature

[Verse 2]
Michael Jackson Billie Jean
I got on Jimi Hendrix jeans
Giant Bond gun with a John Wick murder scene
Forest Gump run, or you’ll get ripped in your spleen
I ain’t talking in my pants but this shit in my genes
I can’t hear my pulse but I know my shit pumping
I ain’t scared of karma but I know that bitch coming
Ready for war, you ain’t never heard about me running
Tell his mom I’m looking for him like he stole something from me
Even when I’m crowded, I be lonely
Even if we look alike that don’t mean you clone me
I would never sign a deal cause they tryna own me
Want smoke, catch a contact but hell nah you can’t phone me

[Chorus]
I got on Off-White
Taking me off guard
Lil savage G life legit baby die by that ball park
I had no one to call on I need a phone book
And that bad news like a earthquake had my home shook
Thought it was sweet but then went sour like some lemonade
I thought I was your potion but it was bad chemistry
They found me on the block and threw me in the industry
Now my little cousin wanna read I told him literature