Tay Keith
Finesse, two of
This rap shit over for niggas, better start investing, it's finna get messy get messy
When you see me, you know what to do, n**a, go with your move, you feel disrespected go
Be aware of the consequences, hundred niggas with him, that's a hundred bitches
Hundred niggas with me, that's a hundred switches
I'll let this b**h go, on Allah my witness on Allah
Free Wile, yeah, I know the feeling
You gotta go through it, see, I know the difference I know the difference
I'm the type to get up all way on 'em Up all way on 'em and you the type to go and shoot from a distance Shoot from a distance
You the type that's being tough in your rhymes, be all way in Cali' when shit gettin' serious gettin' serious
You the n**a from the hood that nobody know Know, now you rapping 'bout the trenches trenches
Fourteen, I got bound over for some ag' robs, I was stretchin' the city Stretchin' the city
Even if a n**a looked like he had somethin', me and my niggas comin' to get it comin' to get it
Seventeen, breaking bitches and pimpin' And pimping
Eighteen when I got sentenced got sentenced
Twenty-one, I came back home, I went right back to pimping and breaking bitches break 'em
I ain't calm down until now right now
I'ma be the same 'til I die d-i-e
Extort who
N**a, scared of who
N**a, you a m**g lie That's cap
F**k I need with a vouch
A vouch My background speak for itself Itself
These rap niggas sendin' these lil' niggas out, but won't do it they m**g self That's crazy
If you was a b**h 'fore the fame and money, you still a b**h with the fame and money fFame and money
These niggas saying they the clan, but truth be told, they really ain't hanging nothin' cap
I'm the real deal, this the real spill, f**k the feds, I'll still drill grrt
Fifty in this black and yellow jumpsuit like that b**h off of b**h of Kill Bill Kill Bill
I ain't really with the drip shit, never pay a ho, but I'll tip, b**h
If a n**a said they did somethin' to me and can't prove it, then that's a myth, b**h
It was made up, they done gave up
I just f**d on her, you was laid up
And this Drac'll turn this four into a six-four and make that m**r raise up Let me get that
Let me calm down, I was agitated, I was sittin' in a cell when I wrote this When I wrote this
N**a know I'll lay in the bushes on 'em, on the real, bruh, I'm on some more shit Some more shit
Niggas still bitchin', I get meal tickets
Want me gone, but they gotta deal with me Deal with me
Yeah, she hood, but bruh, I'll still hit it Still hit it
Finesse2Tymes still with it 2Tymes
Tay Keith
