Damn, n***a (He's heating up)

Damn, n***a

Damn, n***a

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy

Damn, n***a

I don't trust nobody because some want me to suffer (suffer)

Even Jesus called a n***a out on his last supper (Judas)

Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st-st-st-stutter (stutter)

All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew "Go suck your mother" (baow)

What could you do, huh?

Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh

You is a fluke, huh

I blew your b***h like a flute, huh, huh

With all the s**t that I seen

This water so sick as a flu, huh, huh

Treatin' my people like animals

Bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh

Monkey fist, miss with Bruce Lee kicks

You get your kufi split (uh, yeah)

Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (uh)

This is ludicrous

I'll be lit forever 'til I say I'm fuckin' through with this

Snatch your power from you

'Cause you don't know what to do with it

And I said what I said (bitch)

Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared

And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared)

I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot)

I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds)

I'm about my family, God, business and my bread

And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared)

I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)

I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds)

I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch)

Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (brrt)

Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture

Ain't on safety, press to coverage

Who in the f*ck he think he pressin'?

Tryna convince the press you tough will get you pussies pressed in public

Gimme the loot, shoot, bullets at enemy troops

I got more arms than a centipede

But he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops

Shitted on any attempt to kill Ken

And I can't let no criminals finna get loose

Niggas is cinnamon, send him in food

Know if he play 'em, I send 'em to yous, split up in two

Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headin' to Sunday school

Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos

No, and it's not with you

Hundred racks on your noggin

If I'm online and notice your comments rude (uh)

Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said

And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared)

I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (doot-doot-doot)

I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (the feds)

I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread

And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (scared)

I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (brrt)

I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (feds)

I'm about my family, God, business, and my bread (bitch)