I know some young niggas thats steady kirkin
We the ones thats getting it in nigga we steady workin
Them bricks be coming to America like they Eddie Murphy
He had a bank roll on the gram but where its at in person
I don't even brag I know they hate
But every nigga don't know the feeling when you graduate to weight
I had to hit it with the magic so the bags a little shaky
Everybody going get a run just have some patience
I try to show you niggas love but now you gotta pay me
Rolling Loud Miami then meet the plug in Martha's Vineyard
Your old head going start hating once he feel like you don't need him
Niggas be gangsta rapper but in that room they turn to singers don't believe em
You boys lost and I'm your leader you could just call me Peter
Ace was going tell inside the cleaners how come you ain't see it
Before you just jump in this shit make sure you have a reason
Niggas luck up on a plug and don't even know how to keep em
Watch who you turn into a boss cause niggas turn to leeches
A triple homicide will turn a shooter into a preacher
1 brick of F would have you in rooms your lil ass wouldn't believe it
I came home and got my rings I'm like Lebron in Cleveland
I don't even be tryna give y'all law I don't even wanna do features
Every nigga round me going get a bag I'm honestly speaking
You know it's death before dishonor I pray the lord protect me from them niggas committing that treason
Lord save me
Matter fact save us all
Cause we all lost
Tryna survive in hell shit we all gone
It's all wrong
My lil nigga said he did what
A long song
Ima stand over em and empty it till it's all gone
And this rap shit easy
To keep this shit 100 you niggas actors John Cena's
Niggas cant see me
Zero tolerance for bullshit I got the strap Gilbert Arenas in arenas
Just got a brick of white Michael Jackson I'm Billie Jeanin
I got a bitch trying to eat through the DM she ain't never seen me
I know some niggas trying to drill for me ain't never saw me
I treat my operation like Motown I'm Berry Gordy
If early birds go get the worms we grinding every morning
I'm from the trenches but in the UK and this shit feel normal
I be tryna hold shit together but shit be still blowing me
Niggas will speak bad on your name and they don't even know you
But I got to stay on my hustle
This out the mud this shit ain't come off the muscle
I use to take my grams to school and all the students will rush me
Go pound for pound and I'll show why I'm the king of the jungle this shit getting ugly you hear me