Pasta (feat. Tra XIII)

My homie in the kitchen twisting forks like it's Japanese pasta Yellow nigga thuggin off the block hair twisted like a Rasta Real deal stepper op stretcher Bag catcher hard rapper not imposter And I heard that I got what be missing Premonition come and kill the game then revive that shit rap Necromancer Roll the dice and take my chances You can't wait round for the answer Bought a bag first time I gambled Wanna taste of heaven listen to this track and get a sample I done hit the block re upped And Did it twice an copped an anvil Lost it all got it back but be a bitch is what I can't do Only got one canvas but so deep as if I painted two In jail an old man asked me what you gonna make of you Thought about it more while I was chillin inside the Booth Must be fake to hate the truth Never was the one to impress the shawtys up at the school Young gangster nigga scared em off they thought my raps was cool Skippin Sunday dinner at Tara's she cooking pasta I'm hanging out the window with a choppa tryna catch an op This the dirty east best watch what you repping on my fucking blocks People saying that the rap game crowded that there ain't no spots Watch me clear a way and make one Don't got food then ima take some Always stepped up be the brave one That's just the way I was raised son Real recognize real the truth gon come soon huh My homie in the kitchen trimming weed like a hedge bush top shit And I ain't buyin nothing less I make a fucking profit Real deal stepper op stretcher bag catcher hard rapper I am not of the imposter Real thug nigga don't gotta impress these bitches Posting picture guns money wearing skinny jeans an Prada Hear these niggas rapping gangster i don't see a lot of Shooters Pull up snatch yo shit straight mobsters Want me to be modest Now why would I do that when every time I stepped to the plate I showed that I'm the hottest They say trey you put too many words in yo raps I can't comprehend all that so fast nigga can you stop it Ice my nigga hop up on a trap beat man I'm tryna hear you talk brazy about some hot shit Ruthless topics We really up the score on a posse Cut the flow for some niggas And they ain't got no cash bitch stop it Yeah young nigga gotta do what he gotta do I was told don't matter who proud of you Everything I do for the brotherhood put that on the Whoops