Too Important

[Intro]
(Reconboy)

[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
Hoodie on my head, that's for the cameras
Big brodie, he an ape, he go bananas
I ain't sayin' nigga a bitch, he ain't be around them
Police got behind the foreign, I had to floor it (Bz, you crazy)
He keep losin' all his friends, he finna forfeit
The Perc' slidin' the Benz, it's hard to focus
Tryna sneak with F&N, but it's enormous
Been tryna keep me off the block, I'm too important
They like what I'm doin' is a reward
Everything that I did makes me a trophy
They homies be dyin', they can't afford it
If they catch me without my blower, they might just smokе me
Problem solver, wе in they hood with the doors up
Pop him up with a 40, double back with a Ruger
He used to be in the field, now he works for Uber
He got put on kinda nervous, now he a shooter

[Verse 2: Fendi9]
Run my fades in DJJ like it was nothin'
Nigga ask me where I'm from, I started bustin'
We bounced out on they block, they started runnin'
Thirty bands in all blues, hard to thumb it
She say, "Soldier, go slow, it's in my stomach"
Hellcat vroom vroom, watch me punch it
If the police ask you questions, don't discuss it
Heard that boy got allegations, I won't trust him
Homie actin' too empowered, gotta rush him
I'm mixin' Gucci with Dior, that's why she love me
At this point, she kill herself just to fuck me
At this point, she kill herself just to touch me
You ain't want me back then 'cause I was ugly
If you see me with a Fanta, know it's muddy
I don't want no new friends, fuck a buddy
And you gettin' way too close, please don't touch me
I been livin' high fashion, livin' lovely
Three in the morning in a foreign and I'm floatin'
I poured a four of that Wock', that purple potion
(I poured a four of that Wock', that purple potion)

[Verse 3: Ocho]
Hittin' fences, me and bro was tryna touch chili
How the fuck your brother died and he had billy?
You was nowhere to be around when shit had got tricky
Keep blammer on me, what, you thought I didn't?
We tote G-locks with long extensions
Forty-rounds with drums, niggas be on clippin'
Gang in the field, we tryna slide with extensions
(Gang in the field, we tryna slide with extensions)
I was fourteen posted in the field
Me and gang 'nem was lurkin' for a kill
Oppositions always talkin' like it's real
But it ain't beef, 'cause on they side, they don't get crackin'
We tryna slide up on they block and make it happen
Ask where they last nigga like, "What happened?"
Every time we slide, nigga, it got tragic
Make a bitch nigga run, he did a backflip