CIA

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' time Aw, yeah Check, check Yeah, yeah Mic' check, check, check You know what I'm sayin' This type of shit, bitch Mic' check, check, check Yeah I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho Bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh Yeah Go pick the bitch up Yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check The pussy good, the drink was good Bitch, I need the check, check, check Yeah, uh, yeah Verse 1 I did this album off pages ripped out my diary Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me Yeah, yeah I hit up Deuce around D'USSÉ and 'migo slide with me Yeah Need my money back, you can't never YK Osiris me Hahaha Did it all, extortions to the bribery Yeah Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me Nah Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 Bitch Tryna get some pussy bumpin' Jagged Edge – I Gotta Be I'm tryna be too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split Yeah Four ways, whole things, no way I die of old age Don't stunt around your homies 'less them niggas'll make they own lane And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game Shortage on the dope, now this fetty fundin' the campaign Servin' Big Rabbit rosé, Big Rabbit champagne Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Chorus Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS Verse 2 Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poison in they veins Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains Feel like if we link up and squash the beef, it won't be the same It ain't gon' be the same, nigga Shoutout Will Gates, man, folks and them gave me hella game Yeah, yeah, hella game Kane Train smokin' Smokin', yeah Remember them nights when I was broke, I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen Man, I'm just bein' open When I made Fuckin' Up the Count, ain't had no Audemars yet, I was rappin' and hopin' Yeah And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis Al took me straight to the Grammys, I wasn't expectin' that Nah Now if they ask you if you from Gary, they got respect for that They got respect for that Chorus Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS Yeah, yeah Afraid 'cause these devils done infiltrated the rap game Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days Yeah Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS Outro Check, check Yeah, uh Mic' check, check, check Don't let that clout fuck you up, nigga Bitch, mic' check, check, check Uh, bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check, bitch Biggest daily blows to the community, nigga Crack, AIDS, and Instagram, nigga CIA CIA, nigga Crack, Instagram, and AIDS Crack, Instagram, and AIDS, man That's, that's a song That's what they did to us, man CIA That's what we gon' call this ho, CIA