Puts bars in your motherfucking place.
Fear me.
The soundtrack to a real nigga's life.
See niggas lose they life for five dollars on the dice.
See niggas spend they last for they rollin' y'all on ice Damn shame his homies stole that bitch that same night
His daddy on the bike, my mama work at night I stood on May's corner, sold work out night
Homicide casualty.
Tria nigga faculty Real life more to come back Fatality
Hot, sister niggas mad at me Made men I had to beat
Internet gangsta Wish you woulda added me Fuck a ratchet nigga
I wear the baddest beat and all these dope boy rappers that I had to keep.
Freestyle catastrophe May smash your knee I'm still a king
Your pussy speakin' blasphemy All I see is three thrones, help, help me
Brother, I ain't no hate.
What's that, Nikita?
Independent Quincy Jones, I'm a majesty.
Upper S-line, y'all niggas have it cheap Stooled up a sass
Southside Saturday, they're my Ms.
Robert.
Tap for tap for me.
Freestyle bully, rap for free You ain't my friend, nipple
You never trap with me.
Click clack with me.
Rap attack with me.
Five star journal like ho.
Put my pecs cheek to cheek.
Trial bloodline, my son after me, ordered by Israfeet
We'll be right back.
The soundtrack to a real nigga life.
Coming from a city where they kill niggas like
I love it.
This is our life, our life, our life.
I am.
Thank you.
Thank you.
foreign
My life.
My life.
Hamad!
Hamad!
Highlife!
