Intro

I flew out the city, I'm fresh out them trenches Back up in the game, no longer on them benches

Watching y'all playin', shit was gettin' boring In the booth, all I do is tell true stories

But I tend to lie to all the authorities No phones in my meetings, you would not record me

Bro, I refuse to be put in a trap Nothin' lasts forever, besides a dirt nap

Stomach in my pockets, yeah, I gotta fill em' Got these rappers on my list, yeah, I gotta kill em

Mario Boat Stage, yeah, I'm throwin' big bullets Your BM wanna swallow all my kid siblings

Kick her out like a teeth, I ain't got feelings Rental is a coupe, yeah, it ain't got ceilings

I don't take shit light, I am not Miller's I was on them corners shootin' like Chauncey Billups

Chasin' this money, we don't chase a bitch shout out Rosetta Stone, the plug learned English

I spit fire, this can't be extinguished Bitches like pubes, they wanna be like my penis