I Promise

BITCH the grim reaper is here kill ya and won't shed a tear BITCH I was blessed by a shotta kill ya and hide in a leer In it the climate was weird Amir the uber he came with a beer I sit behind em and stare Krillin he probably scared BITCH ain't no comedy here one day these niggaz gon gang the police teachin' these niggaz ya bet not be slippin' no listen I'm turnin' yo A to a B Turning yo bae to a D Physically staining the sheets Billions could turn into zillions turning yo Jay to a Z kill em and won't shed a tear bill em and won't let em clear Reality nigga ya nigga be hating ya cut em and don't let em near Look here our problems is real for real a nigga need more than a mil Ya wanna be MAX getchu a deal show you the F*CK how it feel you could relax lemme reload I see the plaques I see the Gold real in the field you gotta deal we bet cha proly get FUCKED like a HO probably the BITCH on tha low P.O.T sick wit tha flow you know you BITCH on the low huh check me out Been a dog to these women a cash hound BITCH in ya blood that SHIT passed down BULLSHIT I never react now Rob the star and the BITCH in the Background Thinking we joke bout this rap SHIT They records ain’t gold it went plastic FUCKING outdated like magic Feel the hate in the air plus this gas lit I never worked on a stove but I promise my foes that I’d win automatic Got weed on my dresser plus liquor to match it Plus one apple bottom shaped BITCH on my mattress Y’all never wanting the lock less it’s padded, They Never loving a soul less they passing People just change like the weather well I think it’s better when storms'll  come crash it Ahh No Know they never counted my blessing 99 problems and they all was a lesson But I made a promise I was done with the stressing so Even at the crossroads I ain’t second guessing but You Do this SHIT to make a good impression Even to yourself you ain’t looking too impressive All it take is a second give you word like a reverend Till Hell burned your lips screamed church for the message NIGGAZ say kwami gon kill SHIT This beat diagnosed with a illness F*CK it might hand me a meal Tic Get the wheel for they crash my windshield shit F*CK bout me being too proper I’m short but she call me big poppa Am I in the same shoes that my Pops was? F*CK it, I smoke with me rastas