PERSONA Lyrics

Money always coming first

I can't keep a bitch

I can't stress about the past

It won't get me Rich

I don't battle rap with Niggas

I'm just making hits

Ain't going back and forth with rappers

I just send a blitz

Niggas talking all this pape ain't got a place to stay

Dawg claiming he got pull where the Wizard's play

Rock the cradle on these Niggas like I'm Dr. J

I called Jersey for the lo

He say he in the A

I ain't scared to take a risk, And send a bitch to Dallas

See the opps and turn the club to Malice of the Palace

How you fresh?

You hit the crib you gotta make a pallet?

Nigga, you should be ashamed out here snatching glasses

Cuz sipping out the glass it put him in a coma

The spot cold, but the kitchen hot as Arizona

Baccarat or YSL, That's for my aroma

I'm a shit-talking bastard , That's my persona

Street money all 20's busting through the seams

They say Amiri played out I had to switch to jeans

Boy you living with your granny why you copping bling

I'm finna take a nigga bitch and add her to the team

You got down on yo mans

That's a violation

I fell off and ran it back like I'm Walter Payton

Ain't sharing blunts with you Niggas Man I'm cookie facing

My Migo middleman the work

He gon' keep it Straighten

Nowadays I get a check, I used to rap for free

He saying we can't come where?

We gon' come and see

Atlanta bitch asking where I'm from

Bitch I'm from the D

I'm in the room with a singer making R&B

My left pocket Old 50's, But the 100's new

Bitches asking who we is?

We that one crew

Nigga, I just stuffed a backwood now my lungs threw

I'm a Timbo talker fucking bitches out the sunroof

Remember we was plugged in up in T-Mobile

Dawg talking bout he need a feat

I sent three vocals

I just found another play

I need three locals

Talking cash shit, it's Cartier's for my bifocals

Why you keep calling me gang?

I do not know you

You ain't one of mine, you wanna hustle?

I cannot show you

Like I ain't friendly with these Niggas

I am not social

I'm the coach, boy, you niggas, that's my sons, I'm like Frank Vogel

Why you talking all this gangsta shit and you be telling shit

Cut into my bitch and started insulting her intelligence

Nigga, you ain't got no Pape like you scared of it

Got into my bag

Bitches tell me I look better rich