No Shade

Yeah, I' high as f*ck F*ck I done turned to a hippie Shoutout them niggas that's wit me F*ck them niggas who against me They don't wanna feel this fifty Shooting til the clip is empty Shit can get gangsta I'm the one hitting them licks I'm the one flippin' that shit don't you ever forget And when shit was down bad I was the nigga you get I'm the one See you fuckin' with a real one I'll give ain't gotta steal from me Niggas swear they wanna they wanna lick something The glock on me that's the chill button Got a perc in me I don't fell nothing But I feel niggas is phony I'm so used to that strap on me Be forgetting it's on me Don't be thinking you tony montana Don't be thinking you ghost You can voice your opinion my nigga But you really don't know From my angle, my view, my perspective, man these niggas some hoes I keep it calm, cool, collective, but I'm really on go F*ck I done turned to a savage Nigga I'm far from average my guns automatic Come to the plug I been had it Come to this weed I'm an addict Come to this green I'm a rabbit Come to my dog I'm like shaggy Come to my girl she get aggy Give her the dick now she happy the hairs on my weed be nappy Ain't smoking no weed if it's crappy Niggas throwing shade I be chilling in the shade yeah I wanna see you shine you wanna see me in the rain yeah But I'm focused now you know niggas getting paid yeah Been hungry for it like I ain't ate in days If I ain't made no plays Now I'm in a daze Smoking on some shit I don't know the name I know just know it's flame I just know it came Good numbers on it so i won't complain Straight shots, yeah I'm staying in my lane Big glock, for them niggas feeling lame For them numbers mane I hopping on the plane Hopping on a boat, or hopping on the train Niggas hopping on the bandwagon cuz I stay having No negative vibes I stay happy I don't internet beef so don't at me I ain't throwing you shit so don't ask me I'm running this shit like athletes I ain't running this shit at half speed You ain't running shit you got bad knees I'm Micheal Johnson at a track meet How the f*ck you gone bash me Til I'm at ya face like acne nigga I done showed love to a couple niggas them The same niggas backstabbed me Now I'm sitting back I'm relaxing Nigga you ain't gotta ask me Long as everybody in the car getting paid nigga I'm cool with the back seat Glock nine with a beam on it prolly wouldn't even use the beam on it When you too busy squeezing on it You ain't thinking bout the beam that's on it You just thinking bout finding him You just thinking bout creeping on him You don't care bout no witnesses You just thinking bout killing homie You out here, you got beef doing shiesty shit you should've seen it coming My nigga just died from cancer And he don't smoke he don't drink or nothing Met the plug he threw me something Started off with less then a onion I ain't stop and he kept it coming Now all them pounds come from that onion Niggas throwing shade I be chilling in the shade yeah I wanna see you shine you wanna see me in the rain yeah But I'm focused now you know niggas getting paid yeah Been hungry for it like I ain't ate in days