Yeah.
Hey, shout out to my nigga Getter for this shit, man.
Yeah.
Let's get it.
On my west side, nigga, stand up, man.
I'm smoking from smoking this potent and floating off shots of that Hennessy.
I see you little niggas sneak this in me, but all that bullshit don't get to me.
Rest in peace to my niggas that didn't get to finish.
I pray they watch over me.
If this rapping don't work, then I'm catching a sentence for cooking up coconut leaves, selling dopamine.
No one I know is as dope as me.
It's a disease, get the antidote for me.
Doctor said that there's no hope for me.
I see the heaven's gates are opening.
There's life after death for me, hopefully.
My spirit flows, smoking hella tricks.
Always fixing up my recipe, that's to the death of me Nigga, you would die Fuck on my squad, that means suicide
All of my niggas in the penitentiary, keep your head up and you still rely on lyrical genocide.
On a mission to free all my niggas that's stuck in the struggle, we living it, living it.
While they givin' like synthesis, I'm on the block like I'm stackin' a dividend We workin' both on the ocean and pickin' that cotton to struggle, we know it well I'm the fuckin' Grim Reaper, I make the decisions for niggas to go to hell So don't fuck with me, killers got love for me, bringin' them choppers to show and tell
I'm reppin' the west till I meet my dead ones.
I'm sprayin' up CML.
I ain't in this shit just for the fame.
And fuck all you niggas that's in the tank.
This the realest position I ever been in so you niggas can feel my pain.
Tell my mother and father and my brothers and uncles and partners to pray for me.
If you happen to get into heaven before me, my nigga, then wait for me.
Cause the goat that I spit from my lips on this shit is addicted like heroin.
I came from above, I swear to God that this young nigga is heaven sent.
So miss me with all of that bullshit and drama, my destiny's definite.
On a mission for greatness, been patiently waiting, it's time to start drilling shit, killing shit, just do my nigga shit, that's what the mission is, miss me with all of that chicken shit.
They ain't say it out loud, but they wanted me dead, but I know that they wishing it.
If you've got an opinion, I'm telling you now, your opinion's irrelevant.
Ain't no dissin', you tellin' it.
Focused on money, not pussy, I'm sellipin'.
Smokin' latte, relaxin' my bros.
Got my back with the Mackie, go plack.
Better watch how you act, cause my bros on the tack, they don't think they react.
Smokin' loud to relax, and my bros got my back with the Mack, it go plack.
Better watch how you act, cause my bros on the tack, they don't think they react.
Get out of my house!
All right.
