I Aint Write This

[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my n***a?)
(Nito)

[Verse]
From my hood all the fuckin' way to the South
And anywhere else, that's 'cause, bitch, I'm worldwide
I was thirteen talkin' 'bout I'll kill a cop
You ain't on that shit for real, lil' homie, pipe down
Lied to my judge, told him I'd change my life
Ain't no creepin' in my hood, you been done got your ass shot
Go ask my Uncle Johnny what I do when I see an opp
I don't like havin' friends, I love slimin' n***as out
She was my girl back then, now that bitch a whole bop
I wasn't even thirty days in, she couldn't even hold a n***a down
Bossed up, why titi think I'm still out here sellin' rocks?
Put work in every day and, bitch, I don't work a job
Free bands, told my mama go and check her mailbox
My n***a called home tweakin', say he run his cell block
I been so lockеd in the booth like this bitch a jailhouse
I can't liе, until all dead, bitch, I want more dead opps
Why I ain't seen you in a minute? Damn, I guess you scared, huh?
I got bars for days, I don't think I'll ever run out
Do him like the gas station clerk, punch him in the eye
You know what the fuck they call me 'round this bitch, King Slime
Only way out this shit is if a n***a die
Tell me where they chillin' at, she always make a n***a proud
Put that switch on a n***a, he ain't gon' make it to the house
If the feds watchin', don't believe what I be rappin' 'bout