Intro

Everything I do you bitches got a problem with it Hmm carry on Carry on I take a shit you got a problem with it Hmm carry on Carry on Huh ayy you make it like it's about Dude You know it ain't about that You know what the fuck you did nigga Damn I don't hate you you must know Man I'ma show you how great I am Carry on For the record I am Muslim first where should I begin I'm a general I'm one of the men ABPSN I'm hospitable respect agreed but we can not be friends Social media I'm not promotin' criminal intent Big spinner get to business deal when killers get consent Whoever played I want they family membеrs I'ma set a trend Bow my head and say Astaghfirullah Lord forgivе me for my sins F250 drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz Hmm Downtown ninth ward Alabo and Rocheblave Big chiefs send them things bread winner gunner gang New infinity in gunner phase how we discussin' things Timid nine ward did it gon' have another son to raise Niggas started actin' like big Brasi ain't the truth ouch'ere I done caught a body if a nigga want some proof ouch'ere Southside Baton Rouge standin' up on Fran Street Standin' up on 12th Street big London package hand me With Butcher out on Evergreen standin' up on Taft Street Sold dope on Murder street St Joseph Abbey Street Crate and Stewart middle of the drought and he ain't textin' me Carolina Street's applyin' pressure you can ask for me Trophy grey Monte Carlow hustle 'til my lungs collapse on me Garfield Street ask Big Boi charge twenty for a zip of lean B O N I'm a big old nigga with that MAC on me Zap a hard fifteen on I'm weighin' a rack a piece They shot me down broke my bone in half it ain't no jackin' me Hospital every pack digi scale dope and them bands on me Shoutout to God no bodyguard wore my hat he had plans for me I was on my ass doin' bad and dopeboy had grabbed for me Mile I blew them stacks payed him back and T Newman grabbed for me Born like my hustle I must a free agent drafted me Honda Accord with Dreka move discretely look with that strap on me Accidentally turned up Oakland Cali' Sac' on me Fuckin' with the plug daughter her mama put that pack on me No five ton no metal box I'm comin' with the stamp on me Leavin' Hammond with what's his name Fleep is spillin' ack on me Solo I feel gangster reason presence in the back of me Abuelita's spirit got the Godmother backin' me Nigga murdered Mazi and I was gone that shit had damaged me Bodega bans'll tell you in New York that I got handling Big Jigga tell you if I love you anything you ask of me Breadwinner brave heart ain't trippin' ' bout no brave team Stalkin' tryna choke something ain't stickin' like no Beijing Curbboy Trell you know these niggas out here hate me Want me to suffer melt my butter oven hot potato bake me Lil' killer listen you hop in the streets you know a lot gon' change When you a Gates it's in your DNA so you are not gon' change Protect your sister know what you believe you gotta die this way Once you go to jail expect your bitch to play a lot of games Even your click respect the way you built a lot are not the same Never rat always mind the business that's a prouder way You a good friend remember you not friendly you don't ride the wave Respect yourself and everything around you we not trying to play He who try ain't no doubt about it divin' in his face No surrender no retreat reply bitch you gon' die today Represent your trial but your actions and your body language Upright independent feelings movin' with all types of angels Nine thousand miles do ease where the holy copper stations Muslim makes salat this all we got you take your time with prayin' Upright independent fearless praises go to my creator Upright independent fearless we havin' a lot of paper Upright independent fearless even if my body stinkin' Hmm what else