[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up)
Finesse, two of 'em

[Verse]
This rap shit over for n***as, better start investing, it's finna get messy (Get messy)
When you see me, you know what to do, n***a, go with your move, you feel disrespected (Go)
Be aware of the consequences, hundred n***as with him, that's a hundred bitches
Hundred n***as with me, that's a hundred switches
I'll let this bitch go, on Allah my witness (On Allah)
Free Wile, yeah, I know the feeling
You gotta go through it, see, I know the difference (I know thе difference)
I'm thе type to get up all way on 'em (Up all way on 'em) and you the type to go and shoot from a distance (Shoot from a distance)
You the type that's being tough in your rhymes, be all way in Cali' when shit gettin' serious (Gettin' serious)
You the n***a from the hood that nobody know (Know), now you rapping 'bout the trenches (Trenches)
Fourteen, I got bound over for some ag' robs, I was stretchin' the city (Stretchin' the city)
Even if a n***a looked like he had somethin', me and my n***as comin' to get it (Comin' to get it)
Seventeen, breaking bitches and pimpin' (And pimpin')
Eighteen when I got sentenced (Got sentenced)
Twenty-one, I came back home, I went right back to pimpin' and breaking bitches (Break 'em)
I ain't calm down until now (Right now)
I'ma be the same 'til I die (D-I-E)
Extort who? N***a, scared of who? N***a, you a motherfucking lie (That's cap)
Fuck I need with a vouch? (A vouch) My background speak for itself (Itself)
These rap n***as sendin' these lil' n***as out, but won't do it they motherfucking self (That's crazy)
If you was a bitch 'fore the fame and money, you still a bitch with the fame and money (Fame and money)
These n***as saying they the clan, but truth be told, they really ain't hanging nothin' (Cap)
I'm the real deal, this the real spill, fuck the feds, I'll still drill (Grrt)
Fifty in this black and yellow jumpsuit like that bitch off of bitch of Kill Bill (Kill Bill)
I ain't really with the drip shit, never pay a ho, but I'll tip, bitch
If a n***a said they did somethin' to me and can't prove it, then that's a myth, bitch
It was made up, they done gave up
I just fucked on her, you was laid up
And this Drac'll turn this four into a six-four and make that motherfucker raise up (Let me get that)
Let me calm down, I was agitated, I was sittin' in a cell when I wrote this (When I wrote this)
N***a know I'll lay in the bushes on 'em, on the real, bruh, I'm on some more shit (Some more shit)
N***as still bitchin', I get meal tickets
Want me gone, but they gotta deal with me (Deal with me)
Yeah, she hood, but bruh, I'll still hit it (Still hit it)
Finesse2Tymes still with it (2Tymes)
[Outro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up)