yeet

I've been thinking less of this

i think i am a pessimist

she really thinks I'm famous

i don't let it go over me

I'm intercepting it

boy that aint yo stats

so stop flexing it

imma catch some fame

while you still pissed of it

she used to be all over me

and she thought she was caving me

 

they say i couldn't rap

but now they want to work with me

i just ran it up

and i aint really have a choice

i got enough to rent a crib

and I'm singing like the voice

i cant let you get the best of me

I'm flexing designer shoes

hopping fences and finessing

breaking all the rules

just copped another bag

and now I'm feeling cool

imma stay the same

i will never lane switch

now I'm acting all dirty

my pistol is loaded

Im a philly shoota

means im heavy in the streets

.22 or 223 im heavy with the heat

hit you on the block paramedics

cant save you

2018 i aint gon fade you

gon paint you

its LIL MOP i cant lose

kill the beat everytime i was made to

the glock get to growling something came thru

tryna touch 20k get yo bands up

dont keep a pole

catch up with the beef

lil man think he cut

but i bet he freeze up

but now if he want me dead

ill lay him in the streets