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What more can you get outta me

Get anything else but a bitch outta me

Always got more than a jit outta me

My OG made like a brick off of me

Popping my shit that's priority

Get a thrill watching Pj's fly over me

The ones close start acting spiteful to me like my day

Job ain't work the shit outta me

I'm da Reaper I stay wit a rifle in reach

Got my weight up now I got the title on me

I know my face card good in the streets I can go anywhere I don't need no id

Know the best route for moving this green so I ain't really gotta dodge the police

Over some beef I ain't losing no sleep I got so many guns they wont fit on ya street

Remember I drop my first single

You really didn't seem like you was excited for me

Dee left and that just ignited the beast fought demons

Couldn't nobody fight em but me

I'm not ET I do not come in peace

So I pray to the lord my soul to keep

Plugged in got the drop on the sweep

So if they kick the door ain't no bows in here

Drinking it raw pour the sprite down the sink

Anywhere that I go it's some pole in there

Niggas know I be the chosen one

When it come to my soul I ain't sold it yet

And you know that I ain't holding ya my show being humble ain't stole it yet

And I salute all my day ones who stuck wit the kid and ain't folded yet

Tried to turn some niggas to bosses

But they should've been the ones prepping the meeting

Ride for my dog because of Winn Dixie

We both suspects so I can't help em beat it

But when I was broke I ain't get no assistance

Now I'm up it ain't nun but tension

Batter up know I stay wit a hitter

Still wit da shit nigga don't get it twisted

What you gone do need to be more realistic

He can look you dead in yo face then he iffy

If I don't do nun know I'm keeping my distance

From niggas who don't even picture me winning

All that capping don't get to me any

Don't over talk me hold up lemme finish

Hundred shots on me just to cruise the city

I probably put most of the straps in the river

Choppa gone chop it's a actual blender

Them niggas ain't really bout action I figured

Straightened my form and I got it together

Then bags be cool but this Pyrex is better

I never lose I'm the rapping Mayweather

Spend a G on jeans you can ask the bank teller

You niggas ain't eating got damn poor fella

Boy I tell ya

What more can you get outta me?

Get anything else but a bitch outta me

Always got more than a jit outta me

My OG made like a brick off of me

Look up to the sky and I see that my brother been keeping his eye out on me

Don't say that you riding for me then last minute cut off ties with me

Niggas they start acting spiteful to me trying to gain temporary height over me

Casual days with a striker on me cause the pain a never stop biting at me

Know niggas wanna get rid of me know

Seems like I'm the enemy now

But all I did was pick up the crown

Ain't pop it before but I'm popping it now