[Intro]

You ready?

[Verse]

God plus a pistol they protect me like a otter box

Multiply with Hennessy I’m Kobe took a lot of shots

Looking at these niggas I can’t shoot them on my mama watch

I can’t put her life on the line I got writers block

Light his top like he got a idea

I ain’t tryna die either and you know I got nina

Like Tamara got Tia grimming every hyena

If it get rocky I won’t wrestle with you Maivia

Donatello smart he taught me always keep the stick

I was 17 when I found out that I needed it

Now I’m 23 and keep a ski when I leave with it

Used to pray my pieces hit but now I’m tryna be legit

Hustling I did it often niggas want me in a coffin

Smoking then I get to coughing rather do that than be talking

To my demons see them walking tryna wet me like a dolphin

These niggas drawing ain’t no kids if we get to chalking

Even when I’m laying down boy I’m still standing over you

Only thing on my mind green like the Joker too

Always got my guard up I ain’t too approachable

I got let down by too many what I’m posed to do

I just take my time like these niggas take advantage

It hurt a lot of people when they see me doing damage

I know when I get power it’s gone be a lot of static

Just like my belt all my people strapped automatic

Kept you a secret can’t let people just see none of that

She know that I’m loose when it come to us being attached

Started with a text so that’s just where I’m leaving it at

Every time I hit then go to sleep my demons attack

Pump you with a shell this the gas that be in the strap

Hearing all these lies niggas want me to feed in the cap

Sick of looking out it’s gone cost you a fee and a half

Think my mama only proud of me not being a stat

Mama said my brother died and he was keeping the gat

Told my older brother nigga ain’t no repeating of that

Back in high school it was all about seeing a stack

Why I put life on the line cause I needed a scat

Man I’m sick of rapping man what’s happening to me

School took my temperature I don’t need no degree

Drinking Hennessy and rapping in the booth from 10 to 3

Keep the 40 cal boy cause I know these niggas envy me

Going Russel Westbrook tryna get that MVP

I pulled niggas cards way before I stole identity

I ain’t come to make friends I’m just making history

But man I’m sick of rapping cause I never missed a beat