[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, check, check, check
No trap shit
Yeah, no, no trap shit, just rap shit, n***a (Yeah)
No trap shit, just rap shit, n***a (Northeastern Beats)
Look

[Verse 1]
Pick a n***a, watch me pick 'em off
You ain't get the picture? I'm a little off
Never was the pick of the litter, now I'm the bigger dog
Couldn't let 'em push me, I ain't pussy, fuck your seminars
You n***as is bad service, connection all fucked up
Weapons on tuck, bruh, we can make it flip, bruh
I ain't one to worry 'bout my n***as hit stick, tuh
Any honky playin' with my shit, bruh (Ayy, break that down, bruh-bruh)
Sicker n***a whippin' the wicked wrist of the West
God blеss the piggy that ain't equipped with a vеst
God bless the rapper that's thinking he wanna test
Get stretched in four different directions, make a mess
Messages from the Messiah saying all they spirits vexed
I ain't pressed, I ain't arguing with no manager on text
Playing chess, checker check the scoreboard, they depressed
Hopped the nest, wings spread like the legs on your bitch

[Chorus]
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child while he toting chrome
God bless the child, know they stole your home
God bless the children

[Verse 2]
Gold soul, gold member, child of Yah, yeah, that's my fatha, I
Thought I was quiet, a little scrappy, want no problems, why
N***as be lying like they legit, but they ain't solid? My
Third eye blinking, wrinkled they plot, they want us sodomized
They gon' sign kids and never let 'em out the deal
Drop the ball, get mad when you up your mass appeal
Have a diss ready for you 'fore you even parted ways
Yeah, I heard 'bout that shit, n***a (That's fucked up)
They like, "Fuck Cantrell," oh, they want Lil Steve?
They say I look like Cole, that n***a look like me
The South really got the game tight squeeze
No pitfalls, I'm a dog, Mike Vick, no leash
Say I don't rap enough, say I don't trap enough
Say I don't get on TikTok and start a dance enough
Well, you can take your challenge and stick it where the sun don't shine
What you know 'bout rhymes? Me and mine doin' fine

[Chorus]
God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child while he toting chrome
God bless the child, know they stole your home
God bless the children
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See, I got a problem with
N***as that get in the game just for acknowledgment
Man, it's astonishing
A&Rs at the sushi bars in they Prada 'fits
Fuck your panel, fuck your handle
If it's a problem, we get it handled
They really taking advantage of women
Say they finna sign 'em, but try to get at 'em
I ain't a tough guy, but I see it nie, you a bitch
You wanna live through the n***as you pushin'
You think the 'Gram gon' get you some pussy
Boy, you a pussy
N***as be runners and say they execs
They wanna sign 'em a kid from the hood to lie for a check
They wanna see how you deal with the pressure and they ain't impressed
We don't give a shit, go eat a dick
I know the label get sick of you using they name for a lick
I had to save a few n***as from trouble and that's on the set
We might forgive, but we never forget
We at your neck