So don't call me a ***** Unless you call me my ***** I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed I came to bury you average You feel slighted, it's like she know that I got it It feel like it, I real life it I spill vices, you will like it I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest ***** ain't no getting money on that conscious **** I'mma just load my gat on some survival **** And when I hear they got a drought on it I take a month out of rap and I hustle till I'm out of it I got that coke flow, that heat rock I got that old school, huddle to the beat box Baby I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot I'm a beat that till that **********ing beat drop I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES They don't kill you 'cause you black today They only feel you when you pass away The eulogy be so moving We live the scenes of those movies Conflict in school or **** moving It's so youthful, but if you die today I hope you find some relief in what a great escape We still dodging from polices when we make a plate They line searching in my bucket with the straightest face It could be 88 Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us I think we only were a bro because they grilling us Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff Came a long way from a boat and an auction Now we got names and a vote in a coffin Ain't **** changed but the coast we adopted Little black children you can call me that *****, ***** I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES
[00:21.01] [00:23.36] [00:30.80] So don't call me a ***** [00:32.38] Unless you call me my ***** [00:33.82] I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice [00:37.02] Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage [00:40.57] It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed [00:43.18] I came to bury you average [00:45.18] You feel slighted, it's like she know that I got it [00:48.36] It feel like it, I real life it [00:51.22] I spill vices, you will like it [00:54.17] I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest [00:56.32] ***** ain't no getting money on that conscious **** [00:58.84] I'mma just load my gat on some survival **** [01:02.16] And when I hear they got a drought on it [01:04.34] I take a month out of rap and I hustle till I'm out of it [01:08.28] I got that coke flow, that heat rock [01:11.26] I got that old school, huddle to the beat box [01:14.35] Baby I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot [01:17.47] I'm a beat that till that **********ing beat drop [01:20.24] I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS [01:22.03] MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS [01:25.60] I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN [01:28.04] MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES [01:31.62] I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS [01:34.15] MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS [01:37.70] I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN [01:40.48] MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES [01:45.56] They don't kill you 'cause you black today [01:47.69] They only feel you when you pass away [01:49.98] The eulogy be so moving [01:52.02] We live the scenes of those movies [01:54.56] Conflict in school or **** moving [01:56.92] It's so youthful, but if you die today [01:59.46] I hope you find some relief in what a great escape [02:02.29] We still dodging from polices when we make a plate [02:05.44] They line searching in my bucket with the straightest face [02:08.77] It could be 88 [02:09.99] Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us [02:12.70] I think we only were a bro because they grilling us [02:16.15] Or how they feeling us, gotta look really tough [02:19.57] Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff [02:22.59] Came a long way from a boat and an auction [02:25.76] Now we got names and a vote in a coffin [02:28.69] Ain't **** changed but the coast we adopted [02:31.49] Little black children you can call me that *****, ***** [02:40.59] I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS [02:42.43] MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS [02:46.07] I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN [02:48.91] MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES [02:52.17] I got love for MY ******, MY KILLERS [02:54.56] MY DEALERS, MY TRICKERS, MY BROS [02:58.35] I got love for MY SISTERS, MY WOMEN [03:01.04] MY *****ES, MY STRIPPERS, MY HOES [03:03.96]
