NOTDEADYET

[Part I: Na'kel Smith]
Heard a nigga want me dead so why the fuck am I still here?
Got magic money I can make a pussy disappear
She wan't magic from me, had to grind hard just to get right here
Been sipping tris with Sideshow, sometimes still might crack a beer
Not Margielas stepping no more, too fly, I feel like a leer
Got bruises on my Digi, fell asleep behind the wheel
And the way i'm living I might fuck around and make a wheel
Distrokid booming, why the fuck I need a deal?
Playing chess not checkers like the fucking seven seals
Some days I had to have two o'sevens, couldn't get a meal
Ain't going back to broke no more, on god don't gotta fear
Brand new 40, when I blow it tryna change bro whole appearance
Ain't upping to get photos, shit get lit you bettwr hear it
See chaos when I close my eyes, a soldier in the mirror
Why worry what niggas on when I know i'm superior?
I might miss Lil West and them, try dashing to the game
Switching lanes and storming range, 'scape the hydroplane
Pressure on my brain with dark clouds on my head like Maine (?)
Won't dart, shoutout my body, this ain't Rick but take a (?)
Have you boost foreign a pedal, count the racks, you needa steer
I'm a stuntman baby, what the fuck I look like living scared
Heard a nigga want me dead so why the fuck am I still here?
Aye, got magic money, make a pussy disappear
She want magic from me had to grind too hard to get right here
Been sipping tris with Sideshow with Jemim' still crack a beer
Gallery and Depop skate clothes, how i'm not the freshest here?
I don't try tell it with fake hoes, keep the realest bitches here
I been building shit like legos, once i'm rich i'm outta here
And we been rich, I mean rich as tryna be a billionaire
I ain't never had no (?) like who wanna be a millionaire
Still rock thousand dollar goggles (?) we millionaires
Til they free my pops up out the cell i'm giving niggas hell
Stacking checks to catch them right in traffic, fucking pay the bills
Tryna get my mind up out the trenches, feel like i'm stuck right there
Out in OZ smoking out the OG by the time you here
Out in OZ tryna get a (?) trophy next year

[Part II: Niontay]
Fuck you niggas hating
Now if you got shorted lil nigga and you stop making it
Gang don't even know how to 3D print it, he finna make him one
Before I cap for that weak ass pussy, they gotta pay for something
I'm scared he gon' pray or something, I reach way out where the Lakers from
Bitch we in LA and Minneapolis, we getting after it
Every time I smoke nigga ain't no smoke til shit get hazardous
Can't blame my slime for being a slime, shit get treacherous
Lets get a lil fried, take a lil rest if the bitch get next to me
I'm an American nigga, I got hoes that look like Jada see
Had to tell my dog I don't wait on niggas so they don't wait on me
Had to tell my slime, imma snake on em really if a nigga gon' snake on me
Like nigga, don't pray on me, my white hoe got K on me
Nigga keep talking that shit, and see me on top, and ain't gon' talk about it
Nigga keep talking bout still looking for niggas, boy I don't walk the mile
Nigga lil bitch is a eater, she is a goer, why're you in denial?
I don't wanna hear bout them heaters, me I use a nigga, put him in the ground
Lately I been on my top, lately I been- been on my top a bit
You don't know no smack, don't know a shooter, nigga's stay oktivist
Lil nigga don't get the message, don't get the pic, not even crop the shit
You niggas buying them glizzy just to flex and ain't even shot the shit
Baby I want your mind, want your heart, want your esophagus
Nigga that weak ass song, need damn near a dub if you want me to hop on it
Shut the fuck up, minding your business get you a lotta shit
So shut the fuck up and mind yo business, bitch, i'm outta here