Discrete

Man, this that real shit, he talkin' bout them bodies, but lil' brudda ain't never kill shit I know my ex, bitch, mad I'm goin' up, I bet she real sick Claim they all props on Instagram, but we know who toting real sticks Still broke with 500,000, up a hundred M's, nigga, then I'm real rich And I did it on my own, my momma said that I need to quit it And switch to producin' I ain't making no money off rapping in a minute Don't be surprised when you see that Benz, E300, the windows be tinted Don't be surprised when you see that AP, I'm taking yae and 2X to the dentist Don't gotta mention that I've been a sickest, you already know that, give me my flow back I know somebody who dissed my brother, got hit by a switch, now can't even blow back It's crazy, hopped out the car, then he got hit, and his gang ran a four flat Jacck havin' motion, been off the radar, won't show his face card, cause he don't gotta show that Alright, come on, lil' brudda keep dissing, can't wait till we meet Posted up on that one way, I'm doggin' the street You not a real gangsta, be making them posts with another man pole When you supposed to be discrete, been out the mix While I'm counting gualla, just worried about dollars, I've been out of reach Love the sound of that choppa, in a all black Impala He a rook in the field, never tied up his cleats 4-0 on the hip right now, thinkin' it's gay, tryna blow a nigga like a fan Growing up nigga, never had no cable, but I swear I got some shooters on demand Nigga, Cap, he be telling these fables, he from the suburbs Swear to God, nigga, on the men And I heard that lil' bro got his pole took But still actin' hard, niggas tryna keep up with the klan Top tier gooper, also known as the top tier... Niggas be wannabes just because of me And be loving the top tier looter Been punching all day, I done hurt my knuckle You don't wanna scuffle a top tier scooper My niggas been in and out them courts Way more than LeBron for being a top tier hooper Alright, come on, back on my shit again Fucked her one time, now she ask can I hit again Off the radar when niggas can't find me Cause they gon' try to blind me Now she wanna f*ck with the kid again I ain't gon' bring up them bodies or none of them homies My niggas might be in the pen again Slimy young nigga, come try me young nigga I done slimed me a nigga, he wanna be friends again Nah, f*ck it, these niggas ain't shootin' for real, not buckets He thinkin' I'm stupid, for real, I love it He claimin' he's shooting, for real, come buss it And you never be talking about bread, just shut it If we talkin' bout money, for real, I touch it Niggas tough on the net, but it's not clutchin' The way that I flow on these beats, disgustin' He thinking we jumpin', lil' brudda come up it Last nigga that dissed had to send him up You said that's your brother, go pick him up That big body built like a pickup truck You livin' or dyin', man, choose your luck Just remember, when is my time to go up All that shit that you said, man, it's up and it's stuck I'ma be touching these M's while you look like a pluck You is not fucking with me, man, just keep it a buck Uh, you was not fucking with me, nigga All right, come on