I keep my pockets full of lockets
I been keyed from the start
I been politicing living like a criminal cop
I feel the clock is tik I took a lot to tikety talk
I been the quiet kid
But mess with me your body in chalk
I feel like I been Leonidas, kicking bitches in eye lids
Keeping this Schweppervesence street ghetto essence inside us, I diss
Anybody coming for me
Lah di dah di dah di dah
Come and try to jump me
Ima kick your mama in the jaw
I got what you need
Dolla dollar bill for the pills and weed
Come and come and chill
With the thrills on me
Mama always told me I could be what I wanna be
What I wanna see
Is the cautionate coughing coffin quick
Now she mad at me my A.D.D. subtracted wit
All apologies esophagus on the frits
I been talking shit, and spitting this since I was six
Yellin
1 for the money
2 time for Geppetto
3 for the strings that we cut from the devil
4 for the hoes in the back in stilettos and
5 for the mind that
We hide in the ghetto
1 for the money
2 time for Geppetto
3 for the strings that we cut from the devil
4 for the hoes in the back in stilettos and
5 for the mind that
We hide in the ghetto
Keep you in your feels
Like Lennon leaving the Beatles
Then I go injecting the evil to your cerebral
Fuck it, I'll admit it, I'm a hypocrite, I'm sick of it
1 song I’m a role model, the other one I’m ignorant
Back on the feeling living cut throat
Stone cold with the foes with the utmost
Animosity I’m honestly a punk though
I remember telling teachers you a bitch though
Stealing crypto
Modern day Debo give me the fucking block chain
That’s a half a glass of acid pass it to your shot brain
Hasn’t come to cashing out the pattern of my last name
So instead the Sudafed’s infect the head of my pain
Why blame
Me for feeding evil to through the needle in your iPhone
I've grown
3 by 3 I’ve recently been doubling up on my throne
Pyro, throwing fire lighter tires all up on you damn clones
Damn bro
Yellin
1 for the money
2 time for Geppetto
3 for the strings that we cut from the devil
4 for the hoes in the back in stilettos and
5 for the mind that
We hide in the ghetto
1 for the money
2 time for Geppetto
3 for the strings that we cut from the devil
4 for the hoes in the back in stilettos and
5 for the mind that
We hide in the ghetto
I got what you need
Dolla dollar bill for the pills and weed
Come and come and chill
With the thrills on me
Mama always told me I could be what I wanna be
What I wanna see
What you thought I’m finished
I don’t feel it at all
Living like I been a villain the vision be killing the ceiling for shows
Grilling the million of listens the top is committing but faking it all
All of y’all phony ass followers god he knows adios all your rows
I been selling shows
Mama I could take the globe
Mama I could be a problem for these higher ups suppose
Ima villain but a hero to the underground grows
Up in scale we prevail til they hail us the most
He’s not gonna shoot you
