145th E.

You a sucka boy Tryna kill your brother, where's your motha boy Just makin' noise, thought you was a shotta til you got deployed Playin' with them toys, that's a kiddy choice Instead of the enemy, you got your brother, what a pity choice Real ones know what I'm sayin' okay I dropped off the plate, I'm a player, okay They noticed I'm steady, they just dropped confetti Was on the east side when I made it, yeah They know that I got it, yeah, this one off topic They see me all over the playlist, no wonder we poppin We just started droppin', they can't understand when I say this I said cornbread, chicken fed, collard greens, extra yams Hold the pork, don't do the ham, homie just came up again How you gon' brag bout that band when you ran off on your mans If I wasn't rappin', baby, I bet you'd still be a fan Homie just got out the pen, how you gon' break bread with them Blueface, Benjamins, Franklins, I'm thankin' them He said think again, knowledge is better than money Cause money gon' fly in the wind My kicks, flyer than Ken My kin, flyer than Bobby, yeah, this the end They sayin' it's Midwest, nah Cause under the Dixie, I'm runnin' a check She got the fifties and hundreds to stretch You wouldn't believe me, they see me a threat We came up from nothing thats CF & N My brother just popped off the ESPN, so pardon my french, we done did it again He wanna know where IAM, here come the bread, YAHUSHA be all on my tan Watch how he fill up my cup, I pour it right back so my brother ain't starving again Will he have heart in the end I guess it depends, really, there isn't a friend If there's a friend, that one gon' stick to the end That's closer than Ryu and Ken Man, I don't need no friends, bruh I just need a hot plate of that cornbread Chicken fed, collard green, extra yams Hold the pork, don't do the ham Homie just came up again How you gon' brag bout that band when you ran off on your mans If I wasn't rapping baby I bet you'd still be a fan