Intro

INTRO Everything I do, you bitches got a problem with it (laughs) Carry on (carry on) I take a shit you got a problem with it, hmmm Carry on (carry on) (laughs) Aye, you make it like it’s about dude You know it ain’t about that You know what the fuck you did n*gga, yea I don’t hate you, I’m Muslim But I’mma show you how great I am Carry on VERSE For the record, I am Muslim first Where should I begin? I’m a general, I’m one of them men ABPSN I’m hospitable, respect the grid but we cannot be friends Social media, I’m not promoting criminal intent Big spender, get the business did when Killa give consent Whoever play don’t want they family members I’mma set a trend Bow my head and say Astaghfirullah Forgive me for my sins F250 drop my Hellcat off, and whip up in a Benz Mmmm, downtown 9th ward, Alabo and Rocheblave Big chief, send them things Bread winner, Gunna gang New Infiniti in Gunna face, how we discussing things Timmy 9th ward Diddy, gon have another son to raise Niggas started acting like big Brasi aint the truth out chea I done caught a body if a n*gga want some proof out chea Southside, Baton Rouge, standing up on Fran Street Standing up on 12th Street, big London package hand me With butch and all on evergreen, standing up on Taft Street Sold dope on Murder Street, St. Joseph Abbey Street Crate and Stewart, Middle of the drought and he ain’t texting me Carolina street supplying pressure you can ask for me Stroke gray Monte Carlo hustle til my lungs collapse on me Garfield street, Ask big boy, charge 20 for a zip of lean B.O.N., I’mma big ol n*gga with that Mac on me Zap a hard, 15 on our end rack a piece They shot me down, broke my bone in half, It ain’t no jacking me Hospital leg repaired, digi-scale, dope and them bands on me Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, want my hat He had plans for me I was on my ass, doing bad, and dopeboy had grab from me Mall I blew them stacks, paid him back, an T Newman grabbed for me Bone like my hustle, I muscle, free agent drafted me Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely with that strap on me Accidentally turned up, Oakland/Cali/Sac on me Fucking with the plug daughter, her mama put that pack on me No five ton, no metal box, I’m coming with that stamp on me Leaving Hammond with what’s his name, sleeping spilling ack on me Solo, I feel gangsta, reason presence in the back of me Abuelita spirit, got the Godmother backing me Nigga murdered Mazi, I was gone, that shit had damaged me Bodega bamz will tell you in New York that I got handling Big Jigga tell you if I love you, anything you ask of me Bread winner, brave heart, aint tripping about no brave team Stalking, trynna chalk something, ain’t sticking like no Beijing Curve boy trell you know these niggas out chea hate me? Want me to suffer melt my butter oven, hot potato bake me Lil killa 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 yo bitch to play a lot of games Even your clique, 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 trynna play He who tryl? Ain’t no doubt about it, diving in his face No surrender, no retreat, reply bitch, you gon die today Represent your tribe with your actions and your body language Upright independent fearless moving with all types of angels 9,000 miles due east where the holy Kaaba stationed Muslim make Salat, that’s all we got, you take your time with praying OUTRO Upright independent fearless, praises go to my creator Upright independent fearless, we having a lot of paper Upright independent fearless, even if my body stinking (panting) what else?