Okay bread from the Bottom they Heated watchin Me risin’ No loafin’ no Won’t let them Stand behind Me like Verizon
That’s how a Nigga get got, And a bitch get Stabbed Plotted by your Right hand They’ll watch You pistol Whipped and Gagged
Them winter Block’s be hot, Summer heat Make nigga’s Cold So it’s blacked Out versace’s to Block the shade Nigga’s throw
Sometimes I tend to sit back And wonder how Wayne Perry Healin’ When nigga’s kill Your loyalty now You gotta bury Feelin’s, damn
Never catch me Eatin’ off of no Other bitch plate But I pray I’m Peelin’ off for That bitch sake Tunnel vision, my Lane open My heart racin’, My brain goin’
I ain’t never gone stop Never gone knock No hustle never cop Bet I’m gone pop Yo bubble When my stock Gone double Ya’ll bop but what A never pop
Invested into Herself, made Bitch no Sponsors This a organized hustle we like Some mobsters
When the lies Come down, And the truth Goes up Suicide’s right And left like Them two Doors up
Nose up don’t buy The bullshit Look what the Fuck I shot Look what the fuck I copped Look what the fuck I ride Look what the fuck you not
Your joke ass Would go broke Your broke ass Would go choke Cocaine in the Vein flow dope Propane but Your shame flow….
So for y’all rappin’ ass Bitches that Ain’t sayn’ Nothin’ Don’t mistake My throne for Yours and I ain’t Even bluffin
Comin’ for my crown, Imam run it for my town Ain’t no dukin, Uppercuttin comin’ for my round
Lolo Ali of the game, r.i.d.’s ain’t the same I’m the main bitch You the runner, R.I.P. to you lames Now this Controversial ass Made everybody go buy one
Queen Roe of course do Everything that I Done It’s Taylor Gang Bitch and I got me a bad boy Two empires one house I can see Why you mad boy