I am not the type that would fall
Yes come Have a try now would you all
I know you would love for me to get buried 6 feet
But I come back like 6 me's
And I kill 16s
Even when I was 16
I was trynna intervene
Quick to spit
Ethylene
You rappers
On the silver screens
My penny thought still richer
I still win In any means
No convos as we make the plan
That hush money
Coming quiet with that gas
Let's get action
The handshake
The obvious
Hoping it's the
Loudest
Let me rip this bag
And make sure I got what I need
Before hand you green
And push the gas
And take speed
Hit the road and I'm smiling
The pack smelling
Saying thank god the dealer
Came in clutch and on time
I hit the speedway and take a left on chellwood
Parked front of all sups
Just get some back woods
This the all time high
I got the pack kind
Of time
As my dealer feeling rich of the 20 I supplied
Now my brain is in space
As the roads feeling bumpy
Thinking damn I could've got a meal with that 20
What you supposed to when you brown and you caught
Trynna fit a picture when you know you really lost
They said be a doctor
But I might just be the patient
But I'm flipping pages
To be on stages
They just wanna test mines
Thinking I only got rhymes
But I got a voice of the voiceless
Come here homie test it
They show up with the vest shit
Hopefully you ready for some mess bitch
I pop the top of the goose
And let the time get confused
I show up with no rules
Hoping I can fit the shoe
And if my homies feel alright
Well that's a shot for the winners
I'll be back for the rest
In the winter