Storytelling

99, premature young nigga barely made it by, I seen my brother Ken in blood
 That shit made me cry
 Young nigga been thru hella shit was born in 99
 And if you felt my fucking pain would you make it by
 How would you feel, if them niggas slid, them glocks booming, you not a shooter
 So quit the cappin, just keep it music
 A businessman, I touch money only and fuck groupies
 Givenchy gone be on mama Rolex for pops too
 Bro finger itching, make a move and brody quick to shoot
 He got the glizzy with him, got extensions looking like a ruler
 We only aim for the brain, I'm nailing his medulla
 Leave him froze from belt down
 I call that boy Medusa
 Stunting hard on these niggas,
 but I'm not Buda, all about my cheese
 Ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna make Gouda
 Send a nigga to god, you better thank the shooter, only aim for the brain
 We leaving niggas clueless
 I lost some niggas to the streets so you don't feel my pain
 100 shots in this bitch we finna make it rain
 I got my glock, bro got his glock
 we finna catch a stain, we got the uppercase choppa
 Hit em with the K, hmmph
 He caught a shot, his ass delirious my hands always came from the mud
 I'm really curious
 Getting fast money, brody dead I'm really furious, easing all this pain
 Niggas gotta take some medicine
 Percs ease me up, but I ain't slow I really got a gift, leave a nigga with a bow tie
 And a broken limb
 How many times I gotta tell em, please show my respect
 I really poured a four, I ran out, please call the connect
 I'm really plugged with some shooters, tell em up the tec, will ice a nigga
 Put em on skates, now we finna sesh
 Put yo mans in my wood, yeah I'm facing death
 They left em with some sharded glass bones, but he ain't taking meth
 Rollie flooded with diamonds, yeah it got baguettes
 I'm up on you low class clowns go get a fucking check
 Feed a nigga the pump, like he got asthma
 Brody on the road flipping bows like a house crasher
 Hit yo bitch like the Quon, but I'm not Kasher
 Aiming up top why the fuck you got a flak jacket
 Armstrong in the work, but I'm not Darrell, turn a nigga head to an Arrow
 Like he from Kansas
 Brody fiending for the blues, like he from St Louis
 You the type to beef over pussy shit that's yo coochie
 Drenched with Gucci cologne got yo mans fuming
 I don't give a fuck about this bitch, she just a loose groupie
 Bitch, I bought the blick, yeah I'm a loose cannon
 I'll turn a nigga to a ghost, like a white phantom
 Shoot a nigga in his stomach yeah he lost plasma
 Put a nigga on a pacemaker, give him chest fractures
 Still touching blue cheese, let me run it up
 I ain't gone lie you sound slow you tryna get the ups
 Free my niggas boxed in, it's like an uppercut
 This 40 rearrange yo face like a hockey puck
 Still touching blue cheese, let me run it up
 I ain't gone lie you sound slow you tryna get the ups
 Free my niggas boxed in, it's like an uppercut
 This 40 rearrange yo face like a hockey puck
 Yeah we still high speeding, headshot shit the nigga think he dreaming
 Ima spend a check up at Neiman's
 Sak's Fifth, shit I love blue cheesing
 I lost a couple niggas it won't be the same
 Give all the money that I made just to make it change
 Shit we still finna make it rain
 This 40 got some kickback like some bad aim
 Still fucking niggas hoes, bitch I could never change
 I can't hang with these niggas, I swear y'all so lame
 Y'all quick to tell and point fingers
 Call em Rocaine
 These carties on my face, white as fuck like some cocaine