Unfortunately I am not that type of niglet They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign’ance I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisonsĭon’t sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms Gettin’ deeper in these flows like conches Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliffīarely even conscious, talking to my conscience I metamorph like I’m ‘posed ta, I might slice my wrist Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ‘posed taĭarts at your posters, dark nights like this You thought it was safe then forgot what the code wasĭon’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya If I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over I’ll make that shirt say RIP, I’m on some shit My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold When the beef cooked, I ate y’all like, “Mmm mmm,” let’s play ball I roll past and I blaze y’all like, “DOO DOO!” I hate y’all With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got ‘proached at (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Trainīag made of Goyard, cheffin’ like I’m Boyar-ĭee, probably selling D in your local courtyardīraids like I’m O-Dog, my la familia go hardĭown to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustangĭrugs slang in the drug game with the hustling Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out (Huuh) X the hoes in my bed is ’round the same amount (Whaaat) I’ve been thinking ’bout all the O’s in my bank account (Whaaat) Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready

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