In the front row
But we came up from the back
Everybody know
That we don’t know how to act
When we in the city
Keep it litty
It’s a fact
Fucking with me
Its a fact
Fucking with me
Its a fact
Go ham
We get too insane
I swear none of you mother fuckers
Could fuck with me
It’s my Jordan year
Nigga twenty-three
Finna run the town
Nineteen Usain
Bolt
When I come round come to halt
Why? Cause I fucking said so
I gots a M.O
Fire and he quick to switch flows
Thought that you was on my level
Impossible
Platinum blonde
Way too on
Drink type strong
And they playing my song
It’s bumping whole crowd jumping jumping
You know I do it like nothing nothing
Alexander be fucking the whole thing up man
NеverDead nigga’ up this morning
Fuck with me nah
Wе some rockstars
You some basic bitches
Who out in the audience
You peep the flow and you go, whoa
This nigga’ put on a damn, show
He done came up out the, shadow
Guess what I heard he an, asshole
Rolling my weed in tobacco
Balls out commando
Round after round with the ammo
Fucking fire facts yo
It’s funny the way they
All up on him
But it’s cool cause they gone
Come morning
I’m diggin’ this
Little agreement
Come through smoke fuck
Then gon’ dip
Love a bad bitch with cray fat ass
Conceal carry cause like a bit of class
Weaponry on deck battle ship
Gotta potty mouth but I don’t take shit
Yo yo yo Complicated
Talk big game and the plays be crazy
Ain’t no questions if I’ll make It
No stressing just demonstrating
Type a nigga’ quick to get agitated
Bitch I wouldn’t underestimate me
My flow can’t be confiscated
And I only level up I got obligations
Trips to bank
Cause I’m stacking this paper
I got lots of listeners
Even more haters
They mad cause a nigga’
Said he gonna make it
And its now its created
And they feeling jaded
Its crazy
Not really
They up in they
Feelings
But I give a fuck
On my psychopath silly
I’ma cold bitch
Keeping it chilly
Thought you fucking with him?
Nah I wouldn’t think it
You peep the flow and you go, whoa
This nigga’ put on a damn, show
He done came up out the, shadow
Guess what I heard he an, asshole
Rolling my weed in tobacco
Balls out commando
Round after round with the ammo
Fucking fire facts yo
Best and ya know
You should stop hating ho
You could bet one me
Make it Back 3 fold
Blunt Black and bold
Can't be controlled
You know when he hit the stage
Leave the crowd on whoa
Mean with the flow
And he Dont fit the mold
And still bumping
A nigga’ audio
Yeah I swerve on the road
In the studios
And your car dead
I don’t share my jumper cables
You peep the flow and you go, whoa
This nigga’ put on a damn, show
He done came up out the, shadow
Guess what I heard he an, asshole
Rolling my weed in tobacco
Balls out commando
Round after round with the ammo
Fucking fire facts yo
In the front row
But we came up from the back
Everybody know
That we don’t know how to act
When we in the city
Keep it litty
Its a fact
Fucking with me
Its a fact
Fucking with me
Its a fact