Tay Keith
**** these n***as up
Finesse
Too hard
A million dollars don't excite me
At all
Model ******* can't entice me
At all
Still a street n***a
White jumpsuit
Black Glock
Dirty white Nikes
I'm street
Still'll put them things in a rental
Finesse 'em
Crack his head down the middle
I got 'em
And I'm certified everywhere I go
Go
I don't need a vouch
I'm official
I'm him
They wanna stop me like Jeffrey Simmons
Jeffrey Simmons
I'm from Memphis
I grew up and walked to Simmons
Eastside
If you ain't from the block
You the opposition
Opposition
If you wasn't sellin' d**e
You was killin'
Pimpin'
Pimp
Robbin'
Stealin'
Rob
Whatever to get it
Just get it
Just get it
It ain't just on me
It's in me
In me
I speak the truth
I'm a realist
A realist
I ain't just dedicated
I'm committed
Committed
Pull up
White Polo tee
Palm Angels sweats
VVS baguettes
They knew I was next
Locked down twenty-three hours
One hour wrecked
Look at me now
Everything together
Everything
If I changed
I changed for the better
Everybody wanna shine with me
But we ain't stayin' in the rain together
Can't hang together
Go
Gucci finessin'
These n***as regressin'
Call me a clone
But I call it progressin'
Well
D**n
I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
I took a bird and turned it to a blessin'
Wop got a fetish for chasin' the lettuce
She tryna finesse me to get some baguettes
Ho
N***as pathetic
Diss me and regret it
I took the cash and let them take the credit
Wow
Life is hectic
Keep it kosher steady
Don't need no medic
Woo
Lost in Vegas
I ain't sweated
Picked up a bag and I ain't bet it
No
My n***as rich with millions
But we felons
Your n***as did the killings
But they tellin'
P***y
Every time I hit the county
I was sellin'
Brother front the pack
I was seven
True
Matter of fact
I was in the seven
J's showin' love
Call me Kevin
Forgive me
Lord
I really need a reverend
Huh
Play with Wop
You're on your way to heaven
Lord
Gucci pulled up in a 911
Skrrt
Mmm
Took a n***a weapon without a weapon
Wow
He screamin' Help
But knowin' they can't help him
It's Gucci
