Silent Allegations

Who that kid that be cool like a sealing fan All that hate but they know he don't give a Damm On his mental he tryna go run up some bands Kinda weird he stay silent he do not make friends And they know he do not do politicking He was wilding put pain in a Honda civic He be bugging want smoke all the time He a junkie just look at his eye He so slimy we can't even f*ck with him Ain't no loving his evil is pure He was rolling up dope in a urus All in black man they say he a curse When you see him hold on to your purse Always mugging they think he an animal I don't like him he look like a cannibal He a jerk he think pain is hysterical Line em up x em out like a variable He don't listen that lil nigga terrible Always lying that kid a facade When I catch him I'll send him to god Why they hate on the kid this is I All the shit they say is a lie I been cooling just thinking about life Roll exotic to sleep through the night Ima run up a bag for my mama nem Presidential we step like Obama nem Why they hate on the kid like I don't know maybe cause I could snap like a photo I been cooling protecting my peace You my round you gon eat like a feast Moving dummy but still I could teach This a stick up just show me the breash With them members we spin like a ceiling fan I be bugging but still I don't give a damm Only goal is the green like I'm Peter Pan Fell in love with the breesh I can't get enough Pure exotic and backwoods I'm zooted up In the game for a minute I could see the bluff Man my team full of Soldiers ain't no one on one Bringing hell to your city touch one of us Bout my bucks ima ball like Giannis Keeping up with the kid like be honest I don't try but I drip like a stylist Bringing heat it don't matter the climate For that bag I could starve like it's Ramadan They don't know who this is it's the WickedWun I could swim with the shark then go touch the sun Fell in love with a star like an Astronaut Lately focused on cooling my anger Brodie told me don't pop at a stranger They could see he cut throat like a razor I'm on business get bread like a baker Feel a flow then kick back like a skater Only thing that I fear is a traitor Probably why I don't f*ck with too many men I remember them days in that mini van We was making the opps do the running man Menace yelling what up hope your Glock don't jam Only thing on my mind is too feed the fam You could run up some bandz selling tropical Ima get me a miliy it ain't optional I could switch up the play like an audible I been running all day cause I'm tryna get paid