All I need you to do is hand me my turban
Godspeed, June 23rd

[Verse 1]
Ok, Glock 40, 30 shots
God bless my opposition
I used to not have a pot to piss in
Now n***as'll kill to be in my position
I'm leaning on 'em
Balling out, Willie Beamon on 'em
The more cheese I make, the more beef I get
But who doesn't love Beefaroni?
The time is now, I'm tryna seize the moment
Shoulder colder than the North Pole
They keep trying to pull me back
And then I move forward like a crossbow
On point like a bow and arrow
In her grill like charcoal
No I don't hand her not a red cent
That pussy free, no barcode
It ain't tricking if you got it
I don't understand their logic
You just bought that bitch a bag
I'm kicked back getting polished
Getting spit-shined, sloppy mess
I'm so nasty, I confess
Close range all in her face
I guarantee all my shots connect
A trap n***a, no I don't know no other way
Tomorrow seems so far away
So I'm living like I'm going out today
And she throw that back like an option play
I'm a crooked n***a but my pockets straight
They can't wait 'till I drop a tape
I'm in the lawn chair with the 30-30
Chilling in the grass tryna watch for snakes
Now either you can co-operate
And take a step back out my way
Or the doctors gotta go out they way
To cut you open and operate
No time off, no coffee breaks
I'm all in it, it's all I got
My plan B is a lb
Cop a hundred pounds and then open shop
And I'm back at it, God forbid
Against everything that I taught my kids
But I'm not going back broke
I really hope that their hearts forgive
Poor me, shut up bitch you can't judge me
You don't know me
I just disappeared for a couple weeks
And then bought a Benz with the proceeds
Cause I'm servin'
Hand me my turban
[Hook]
All I need for you to do is hand me my turban
All I need for you to do

[Verse 2]
Ok I might clean up on 'em
Spider-Man flow, I might swing down on 'em
Mr. Trip, calling n***as out
Fully automatic, press speed-dial on 'em
Freaky ass bitch tryna reach out to me
Go ahead baby girl reach out for me
Homegirl say she want to ride my mic
I just might let her freestyle something
Still spending money from this life of crime
Shining like this little light of mine
I swear I want to turn my life around
But that money calling and I like the sound
I'm 'bout more checks than Nike Town
Ridin' dirty, bitch wipe me down
Let me teach you n***as how to grind
Grab a pencil, write this down
You had your shot, it's a new day
I got this covered like a duvet, or a toupee
Check your watch for me
The time on it should say "too late"
Terrace flow, who sane? [?]
I'm responsible, bloody murder
I know you n***as don't serve no purpose
But all I need you to do is hand me my turban
[Hook]
I say, all I need for you to do is hand me my turban
I say, all I need for you to do is hand me my turban