Just Woke Up, Top of the AM

Word on the Streets niggas tryna slay em

I Can't blame em I got hard for them gangs

They want me out the way cus they can't maintain em

But I'm acquainted with the killers and the bangers

Dope slangers got money out the anus

Bitches all on my penis

Cus Dolla bill a gangsta ya mans a ballerina

Young hyaena no roof on the Beamer

Got the swag of a boss with a dope boys demeanor

Before this rap shit, I was street famous

Tryna knock us out the way cus they can't maintain us

But that ain't change it's dolla bill still hangin

I can have a nigga gone with the snap of my fingers

My advice is don't anger us

I Can give you wings turn you into a angel bruh

See all these bangers up, a 100 shooters with me

Hit you niggas from every motherfuckin angle bruh

From the ankle up have you all dangled up

You out of menice I think it's time you hang it up

The clock tickin ol' nigga start snitchin

Tellin On a young boy he ain't wanna see the prison

But he ain't wanna see his misses

Imma have the bitch swimming in the east mississippi

Play with me I play my part and take your heart

You just a fish swimmin around with the great shark

I Play clark kent superman shit

A 100 birds relay just a underhand pick

Statin' here in my stan smith

Every second I get I thank the lord for the gift

Statin' here in my stan smith

Every second I get I thank the lord for the gift

Yeah, knowimtalkinbout

My Emotions aside

The streets shits a fool man

Keep your feelins in your heart

LONG LIVE DOLLA