S.P.M.

Still proving myself My mama ask what you gon' do wit' yoself Ian have no job, flat gon' pay tha bills John wit me so you might get robbed, That might get you killed Cool runnin' so we might jus slide, I jus lost tha whip Shorty told me ian have no drive, Showed that bitch a stick Still shifting for my capitol Niggas wit an attitude Ice cubes n my drinks, Nigga fugg yo gratitude Brodie let tha drake sing, Ian talkin passion fruit Niggas always screaming facts, that don't mean it's factual Women lie, And niggas lie fasho Minne miney mo Text lil mama like you tryina blow Ian tryina smoke Get tha mouf, I'm in and out Burglaries I'm in and out Burger came from in and out Different route Heard they load up choppas wit' extensions now Bullets get extended now You ballin' that ain't what I'm tryina hair, Like it's thinning out... Ian got shi else to prove, Ian got shi else to lose Nigga my lineage stellar, And I just got in my groove Shorty been sippin' that stella, She prolly send me some nudes I send tha shits to my brotha Yea Ion't need yo pictures, Penny pinchers, Pitching off the mound Throwin' dollars at tha strippers get yo sense up off the ground Shorty tripin', Err time she give a inch I walk a mile Unk trippin' know tha bar gon' end wit' finna walk him out Other day I sat n read a text from Lowe Nigga said my shi was to predictable Imagine if you seen it pictured, I could give you visuals Bumpin' chris brown, Smoking indigo The irony Gotta be careful cuz life cunning, Look what I'm becoming Live life thriller, Die like zombie Sometimes I feel like, I'm iconic Flo like water, Well, Like bonzi Blue like Nipsey, Red lights stop em Choppa take yo sausage, We ion't like toppings I jus want my cheese... Trigga squeeze... Trigga Click, Click Intercept a bullet, Half a dozen niggas, Pick six What I got to prove Niggas pussy, bookin', I jus call em Dr Seuss 2 Pac in my DNA I always got tha juice Niggas think they bishop I jus push em off tha roof Fugg I gotta prove