[Intro: Black Fortune]
It's room for you under my feet, I ain’t sharing the top
Yeah

[Chorus: Black Fortune]
It's room for you under my feet, I ain't sharing the top
During lockdown, he tried to brawl and got beat with a lock
I feel like Mack how I suffocate a n***a with a sock
I come out the cut like a cicada
Can you smell what I’m cookin'? Lil' bitch, I'm The Rock
I hop in your coupe and crawl straight out the top
Boy, you should be ashamed, you got robbed with a prop
Bad boy, bitch, I be sippin' Ciroc
Got a grill in my mouth so I spit when I talk
Sawed off on me, I limp when I walk
And the coroners cleaned him and lined him in chalk
When I get a bag, I invest it in stocks
N***a, you made a hundred band jugg and you spent it on Flakka

[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
Styrofoam cup, bitch, I'm sippin' on sticky-icky
Why the Wockhardt fuck up my kidneys?
And I trap where I stay and this shit gettin' super tricky
Why the dropout leave ’em like Ricky?
Six shot and the pole blow, we finna cripple ’em
I'm rocking Polo, stepping in Timberlands
If you pay for that body, then we gon’ get rid of him
And then popped a Percocet, then I ain't feelin' him, uh
I still moonwalk in my Son of Mars
I'm a star with a handgun, bitch, I’m a shooting star
If you get hit with a .223, you ain't going far
I'm selling cocaine, this ain't no corn starch
I was hiding my guns in my mama garage
Lil' n***a run down and got hit with the rod
N***a, I'm on your backbone like a massage
And my chopper keep stacking your n***as up like a collage