7-8een

These niggas pussy Bet not ever push me Cause I'll exert the gushy Just got a new car, and new key Only people riding, is the ones that pushed me To launch this rap shii out of the park I been waiting in the dark To keep it blunt, up me spark Speaking yoda, let me tell you sum I was sleeping on my mama sofa Waiting to move in my crib Waiting to hear from somebody that's gone put me on in this bitch But so far, it's just been me in my bigs Cuzzo and brother, and my lil cuzzo We doing numbers, ain't nobody else got the city ringed in That's royal rumble Hell this bar goes to every lame in my lane, in this game Yo last drop was a fumble Notice that I ain't mumble Cause I mean it direct My bills green as f*ck like shrek Finna f*ck around and get my license to carry That means legally I can protect, the Patek, with a Tec Aye shout out to Grip I'm burning these rap niggas, and I'm throwing them in the bush Burning that pack, but it ain't even no kush You niggas soft, you some ploosh, or plush I don't give a f*ck I did it for the sake of the rhyme But you selling yo soul for a line That should be considered a crime Yeah yeah I been doing this shii since I was seven F*ck nigga don't make me send yo ass to heaven Just know if I got it on me I'm shooting leven out of sixteen (Uh) Hell, now a nigga eighteen It's too early but I don't give a f*ck I'm a make these rap niggas hate me Hell, now a nigga eighteen It's too early but I don't give a f*ck I'm a make these rap niggas hate me Uh, I guess SHEP got them pressed Hol up I guess they all stones meant to be stepped (Nah that ain't it, f*ck) Writing these riddles, in my mind is scribbles Cause I just can't get around the fact You fruity like skittles, or pibbles, pebbles, controlled, chapedo And some of you niggas pedos Steady lying about the drugs that you supposedly peddled I'll ask yo big homie, and I bet he raise a brow Okay that's settled With yo fake ass So many shots, how you can't hit no jumpers I remember walking around the streets And them jump outs used to try to jump us So of course I was jumping fences Running in people's yards While the po po had charged Them was the fun times as a kid But imagine having to get a job at 15 To support your own bid Just to buy my own clothes For I can flex up on a bitch And help my mama pay her rent Man I was built for this shii I'm tryna get my own gig Finna put it into play So if you listening now, you better tune in before it's too late Yeah yeah I been doing this shii since I was seven F*ck nigga don't make me send yo ass to heaven Just know if I got it on me I'm shooting leven out of sixteen (Uh) Hell, now a nigga eighteen It's too early but I don't give a f*ck I'm a make these rap niggas hate me Hell, now a nigga eighteen It's too early but I don't give a f*ck I'm a make these rap niggas hate me