Statement

Busting down the pack I’m even serving the crumbs I’m glad I used a rubber she wanted to have my son Told Lil brodie go inside he lurk around with his gun That tooly his favorite instrument he like to play wit da drum I stay riffin these brawds I like to do it for fun They keep my name in they mouth like I’m just a piece of gum Throw up where u from We some bosses not bums If I hit brodie line he pulling up wit da skunk We don’t run and hide hell na that’s what them cowards do Like a center in the post I’m making power moves Girl u need a nigga dat could challenge you I told da brawd come wit the chips like a sandwich do. Prices went up u hesitated now its to late I still could play the pitcher no coo-laid I’m doing big business I dropped it off in a suitcase He got tied up wit them niggas bet he wish he checked his shoe lace “Uh” Built for war I’m staying ready for battle I could spot the serpent I don’t have to hear the rattle How shooters become tattle I’m drippy go get the paddle Miss me wit all the babble I’m tight wit all my brothers we locked in like a grapple They say I came through stuntin to me I thought I was casual That’s just how I move I’m the boss I’m the one that could approve I’m up early I don’t never hit da snooze Busting down the pack I’m even serving the crumbs I’m glad I used a rubber she wanted to have my son Told Lil brodie go inside he lurk around with his gun That tooly his favorite instrument he like to play wit da drum I stay riffin these brawds I like to do it for fun They keep my name in they mouth like I’m just a piece of gum Throw up where u from We some bosses not bums If I hit brodie line he pulling up wit da skunk They be tryna buy the ice up in my ear but I ain’t selling it I was good wit the skeez and rearranging the measurements He ain’t my blood but I treat em just like a relative The niggas around me grew up in low income developments You irrelevant I iced my mouth an through some carrots in She wanna take me like a Claritin I closed the door up on the devil I ain’t let em in If it’s a problem let me know we can settle it See I know the streets talk they be telling it Every moment wit my brahs gotta cherish it Na it ain’t ah air soft but bruh ah get to airin it See they was broke when I was broke that’s who I'm sharing with Like father like son I’m who my parent is, Ballin, Them niggas wasn’t official I could call The loaf fat it won’t fit up in my wallet Them niggas ain’t grown they babies they still crawling Busting down the pack I’m even serving the crumbs I’m glad I used a rubber she wanted to have my son Told Lil brodie go inside he lurk around with his gun That tooly his favorite instrument he like to play wit da drum I stay riffin these brawds I like to do it for fun They keep my name in they mouth like I’m just a piece of gum Throw up where u from We some bosses not bums If I hit brodie line he pulling up wit da skunk