Great John on the beat, by the way


Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class
was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad
but we never fold, we would rather pass, look
Step your foot up on the gas
I move first, you get done like the last

Chest shots get you left on your back, look
Double and triple the racks
I started off with a grip and a pack, look
Stuffing that clip 'til it max
I'm with it all, tell 'em spin and attack
I get high just to keep me intact
my demon's callin', said they want me to black
Uh-huh, yeah, I'm on top, toupee
you ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you runnin'
Usain, I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We ain't get you yet, get you someday
We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play
hit a lick, I can't complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain
but it's cool, I was with the gang
I know niggas change, but I ain't the same
I'm a different man
To the cops I don't say a thing, see an opp
we gon' let it bang

Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class
was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot
with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad
but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas
I move first, you get done like the last

Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain
ain't no healing, he don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobody in school
the internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin'
All the shorties is losin' they feelings
you ain't save her, so she turned to a villain
I can't even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke
needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll
('Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They takin' my niggas to jail
and givin' 'em years, aIn't sendin' them home
Federales don't leave us alone
they tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone
I'm king of New York if you wanted the throne
Them niggas ain't really your bro
they plannin' on f— your ho (Your ho)
Them niggas ain't really your bro
they switchin' and you never know, look
Them niggas ain't really your bro
they plannin' on killin' they own, look

Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck
on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash
I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad
but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas
I move first, you get done like the last

Step your foot up on the gas
I move first, you get done like the last