[Hook]
20 years in and I still ain't lost my shit enough
If I catch a bullet tell em tear the the fuckin city up
Riot at the liquor store, sniper rifle pick em off
Pick yo jaws up off the floor and realize I don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
Saving the game with that n***a doujinshi
The minimum fee is $150
I pity the n***a who runnin against Me
I'm run of the mil like I'm running the city
A lot of people want me fucking dead
Speak on me I'm coming for your head
Going dumb on daily for the bread
I might go and wire tap the feds
Don't act like I'm average I'll actually snap on you
Squad that's behind me is actually packin em
All of my theories is workin in practice
We don't gotta flex cuz we actually have it
Still I'm stunting like I'm tony hawk
Ask your girl she'll say I'm going off
All you n***as acting fucking soft
Think you foolin me you thinking wrong
I keep connects like a Gameboy advance
I see them checks like it's Nikes in my plan
I see them checks on a daily cuz you don't
Get nothing if you do not pay in advance
Don't fuck with no drama except for the DJ
Them bullets go flying in instant like replay
I don't give a damn bout what he say or she say
Cuz none of these people got nothing to relay
None of these people got nothing to say to me
Keep shit concealed like uh maybe it's Maybelline
I'll give these n***as a reason to hate on me
I see you broke like your paper is make believe
Cartier it says it on the frames
Beat go stupid damage to the brain
Ya'll too busy tryna save some face
People think I'm crazy anyways
[Hook]
20 years in and I still ain't lost my shit enough
If I catch a bullet tell em tear the the fuckin city up
Riot at the liquor store, sniper rifle pick em off
Pick yo jaws up off the floor and realize I don't give a fuck
[Verse 2]
I might just tour from the mil down to Ghana
That's word up to strapz got the pack if you want it
The homies stay posted in back getting blunted
I live like emoji I keep it 100
Ima die before I drop the ball
Make the money flip cuz I'm a boss
Ya'll don't put in work no not at all
Ya'll don't put in work no not at all
Three full time jobs and I'm still awake
Shit hits like a brick in a pillow case
Shit hits like projek break-in ya face
Fo we break in the bank and we empty the safe
Other rap n***as may have left a mark
But Imma turn the whole game into Sherman park
Imma turn the whole scene to a bonfire
And still swear to god it's a work of art
I murder all my competition come and get it
If you want it nother clip is loaded
Run up in the building burn the building
Just to do it city lookin hopeless
Loosing faith a constant fucking practice
Stolies hit the highways mad maxin
Get it how you live you gotta hack it
Chances are I lose my life in traffic
A lot of people want me fucking dead
Speak on me I'm coming for your head
Going dumb on daily for the bread
I might go and wire tap the feds
A lot of people want me fucking dead
Speak on me I'm coming for your head
Going dumb on daily for the bread
I might go and wire tap the feds
[Hook]
20 years in and I still ain't lost my shit enough
If I catch a bullet tell em tear the the fuckin city up
Riot at the liquor store, sniper rifle pick em off
Pick yo jaws up off the floor and realize I don't give a fuck
