Pork N Beans

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(My nigga Brainstorm did this beat!)
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh uh uh uh
Yeah, I ain't even gon' come in yet
Uh uh uh uh

[Verse]
Ball on the stove and it get too hot
Nigga talk too much, know he work with the cops
Do a drill, Moncler on like Kay Flock
Know the boy too broke, nigga, get out the spot
Right out the mud and it fuck with my mind
Show money shit, nigga, fuck off my line
Can't talk to my face, wanna talk from behind
Hop out the cut with a two-tone nine (grrt!)
Mama keep tellin' me, "Baby, they jealous"
Bro want a sleeve, I made him a dozen
Your auntie my auntie, so nigga, we cousins
It was what it was when it mothafuckin' wasn't
Pull up sixty deep, just me and my brothers
I get a opp killed, word to they mother
They ain't do shit from me, I take shit from 'em
Put a bowl in my face, I could make sumn from it
They like "Neph, you the one, you the next upcomin'"
See that shit in my face, I don't do it for nothin'
Y'all sharin' that Glock, y'all ain't shootin' shit
Grrt! Bitch need a cooling kit
Suck my dick, that's how rude I get
AR15 look like a broomstick
Sit down, broke boy, you ain't do shit
Little puny Glock'll move your whole strip
They like, "Where you been?" Just got off my flight
Blue-tip hollow point sing like Gladys Knight
Different work, not the batch from last night
Every fight, fight like my last fight
If I tell you somethin', keep it airtight
Ride for my dawg if he right or wrong
Get up, get a bag, that's the time I'm on
In my feelin' right now, bitch, leave me alone
Why you outside, boy? Know you need to be home (need to be home)
Raised by the Glock, the pot, and a stove
Back to the trap, I ain't goin' home (back to the trap)
You ain't help your brother, you know you wrong (you ain't help that nigga)
We gon' rob that nigga, we playin' along
Up that pole if he say somethin' wrong
I give you a pack, don't take all day long
Wave that Glock, look like pom-pom
Don't die in this shit, they like, "Neph, you too strong"
Goin' through withdrawals, fightin' my demons
Can't get off the boot, I know when I need it
From the inside-out, nigga feel like he bleedin'
Glock hit a opp, and iron out the creases
They like, "How Neph did that shit, he be cheatin'"
Put some respect on your voice when you speakin'
Backspace, "uh," stiff-arm and delete her
Don't blow it all, don't risk your shit
In the trap all alone, takin' risks for this shit
Broke boy act broke, Glock fix me a bitch
Audi A6 point, no tint on that bitch
Cartier bustdown, see the glist' on that bitch
You ain't even know it, got the stick in that bitch
Ambidextrous with the left right now
They say I'm trappin' at my best right now
I ain't got the money, plug debted right now
You stressin' me out, got a headache right now
Don't talk 'bout the lick, nigga, take it down
Nigga go through so much, gotta fake a smile
Nigga broke as a bitch, wanna stay around
Bro hit his pockets while I lay 'em down
[?] sound like "Shots fired!" (Boom boom boom boom!)
Draco sound like a budget Jamaican sounds (Shots fired!)
This not on you, it gotta be in you
Take that persona off, it don't fit you
Pray to my fuckin' [?], it's a ritual
Walk in that bitch like rest in peace Kimbo
Neph, what you doin'? I'm gon' get money
I'm goin' through shit, I don't want 'em to trust me
Bro need a lick, he movin' funny
No tellin' what broke boy'll do for money
Cook a deuce, lace up my boot for money
Take a trip, get off that flight for that money
Damn near 25-to-life for that money
Real nigga gon' divide that money
Scary nigga tryna hide his money
Money, power, respect, you ain't got none
All my Glocks go dun-da-dun-dun
You from pork and beans, not the slums