Get Off Quick

It's a lot of shit I started, if I'm lying, call my bluff I done felt back for too long, but now a nigga done had enough I know I'm destined for this shit, but I keep feeling like I'm stuck And every time that I get mad, I'm quick to not even give a f*ck Nah, we not the same, nigga, we come out of different brackets I ain't been the same since I seen my dog up in that casket I got a gift for all the opps, I'm finna wrap it in a basket This bitch got a wood tip, I ain't never fucked around with plastic Now my heart cold, then that bitch, it used to be elastic How quick I make this shit disappear, you can say that shit fantastic I can't be around that hoe if she always gon' be dramatic Let that shit be known, f*ck nigga if you feel like it's some static I be letting these niggas talk, cause they ain't never talk about shit Anything you see me stand behind, just know that shit legit Why you don't do the gangsta shit when you ain't never around your clique Niggas portray like they a gangster, but in real life they a clit You not gon' never make it nowhere if you always tryna quit If they try to snatch me up, I bet I get off on them quick And when they see me with that dog shit, I make these niggas sick When my dog was sitting down, I tried it all to make us rich I be wondering where that nigga that said he gon' turn me to a bitch Can't wait until the day I run into him, I hope he stand on it I be cooling all the time, just be tryna stack my chips But I don't do too well with niggas that be talking out they lips Tell luh folks to get his grip, that blicky sitting on my hip This bitch, it came with extra grip, beam on the bottom, make him lift Heard he got smoke just like a spliff, my gang solid, we too stiff It's a guarantee it ain't no if, know I was born with a gift Catch him slipping, hit him in the top and call it bing bong When I rap the gangsta shit, I bet the killers sing along He got a uh on the bottom, that bitch shoot like a minute long If they find out you got some paper, they gon' try to get you gone Riding with that blicky every day, I gotta make it home I'm walking out the same way I came in and that's alone I'm a different type of nigga when I got my styrofoam We not cut from the same fabric, y'all a nigga silicone