[Intro]

Know, Bookoo said I'm the new 2Pac, Baby said I'm the new Jeezy (Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)

I told him I'm not, though (Shit is scripted)

It's gonna be two dead on the day I go

Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING)

[Verse 1]

Don't pull through Tubman movin' loose, might see a sniper on the roof

It hurt me too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth

I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by her due

Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you

They all non-factors, it's true

Don't rap, they actually do

I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to

I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through

Sittin' in a half-a-million car coupe, blowin' my black out the roof

It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce

Heard I'm in town, they get spooked

Fake ass and wrestling dudes

See, this is dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it?

Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston

Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry

Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it

I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait 'til twenty-two end

As big as my influence is, think my life a movie (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

Yeah, God to you niggas

Stars in my ceilin'

We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals

Black tar heroin flippin'

Post my ass in the center

The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen

[Verse 2]

Vanessa from XXL told me, "Gee, you cold as hell"

The best fresh came this year, but they late, that ship done sailed

I fuck with some of them off the last few covers, but be real

I guarantee they budget in my ears, neck, wrist, or wheels

Declined her, but she like me, wanna do a cover on me still

Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream it 'til I'm pale

But most y'all niggas dead, never see they face again

Pineapple mixed with red, turn this Fanta Keenan-Kel

Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell

'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see Red, then I might bail

I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell

Pillow talk to they BMs, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' a Zelle

Do too much show and tell, and beefin' on the web

That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair

In broad day, hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer

We shootin' bricks like Craigs, like it's Friday all year

[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm God to you niggas

Stars in my ceilin'

We different, all my videos shot in my cars, not in rentals

Black tar heroin flippin'

Post my ass in the center

The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen

[Outro]

Mm, the biggest and the realest

Shit's not scripted

Mm, can't be like me, mm

In a hundred years, you might not make it out

Biggest and not only in rap, just as I came out

Keep copyin', if you don't copy, you'll tell somebody

You don't need use a copy, try and get it out of me, but they just can't do it

They never did nothin'

Swear, it don't make no sense

And all these niggas fall off after a few months

The biggest though, yeah