Sayin’ Sh*t.

What the fuck I just said bro, I swear niggas don’t listen son pay attention,
pay attention-
God is good, God is great, nigga I’m on
Got a lot to say I’ll find a way to ya timezone
Before I’m called home
I hit the dial tone, say that I’m locked in, faded I’m gone
Fetti on me like a fucking calzone, fetti on me like a fucking calzone/
I can do with or without it but time is too precious, I caught me a blessing
like ooh
Now I possessing, I learned from my lessons
Might perm out my inches to flex on these bitches
My word is my testament, I’m in my element
You hear the bass in the trunk like a elephant
They want the secret but I cannot tell em it
Say I’m the truth and I’ll bring you the evidence, uhh
Believe me bitch, uhh, the industry need me bitch
Me and my big homie talking about all the fuckery like «do you see this shit?
«Do you see this shit?
I see the shit, really bruh I can’t believe this shit, kidnap a
Favorite rapper then I feed him shit
Drown these niggas in some fecal matter, all these rappers is some feeble
rappers, weak bitch shit don’t even matter
Peep game when the kingdom come, slap the shit outta nigga don’t needa gun
I been shitting on niggas since I seen the sun, walking down on em I don’t need
run
Bitch you overcooked but I’m raw as fuck, yo two foot flow ain’t tall enough
Yo sixteen’s ain’t strong enough to come and ball with us, we leave you in the
dust
LeBron arms, bitch I strong arm the whole industry, she wanna T me up
Fuck a tech bitch, saying what I want when I want yea i’m so reckless
Faggot rappers sign a lil deal then suck the label dick for a necklace, goddamn
Something bout these bitch niggas got me feeling me different, yea
It’s levels to this shit i’m big dawg No Ceilings yea
Swag Surf onna nigga, bitch I admit it yea
I ain’t got no swag ima fucking man on a mission yea
Execution my middle name, niggas sold they soul for a lil fame
Bitch I gave my soul to the most high so I could never fold and I don’t lie
If I said it then you know it’s gon fly like, fighter pilots fuck designer
stylists, punch a hypebeast in his throat, eye and his chest nigga/
Bridge:
I can’t pretend that these niggas don’t know who the fuck that I am
I ain’t a friend of these niggas ain’t nothing I’m doing like them
We onna whole new thang right now and niggas can’t stand it
Nigga going hammer
Nigga doing damage/
Fuck designer stylists
Punch a hypebeast in his throat, eye and his chest nigga
I’m the best nigga nothing less, keep blunt a with me bible on my dresser
Wake up every morning looking for a stretcher, needa body bag pussy niggas feed
up
Pussy boy, tired of being pussy, shit, might as well up and off ya self
Niggas mad and he call his self tryna test me but still all is well,
you won’t best me
Jesus came down to my front door personally just so he could bless me
Tell the truth I don’t give a fuck if you heard of me
You deaf to the truth but hear you hear it in me
Blind niggas gon see my shine, my Uncle took a headshot, that was back in 96
left my nigga blind
Still he see it in me
Rest In Peace to all my enemies
Whatever you thought you was doing nigga won’t amount to shit, fuck all y’all
niggas drown in shit lil bitch/
Outro:
God is good, God is great, nigga I’m on (echo) gotta lot to say i’ll find a way
to ya timezone, before I’m called home/