SUB ZERO (feat. 44Ricko)

Everybody talking I ain't worried bout the hate That's cuz all my Diamonds Is up me like a lake They can call it trash I know they do not relate How could could be trippin When my homie got a case They gon' get to slide Shit is looking like a race Ricko in the cut I said shoutout to the bass Knife up on my hip Keep a blade just in case I still dont remember When the bullets hit his face I done Seen this shit Go a thousand different ways Shoutout to the mafia They will not be replaced Gotta be like gotti When I up it finna rake I could never see Another way I could erase Demons in my heart Wanna give out all my hate Put it on the mic In the music I create Everybody hearing All the energy I laced Fucking with the Kaso Is a rookie ass mistake They could never take it Talking gun up by my bed Fake it till they make But I'm doing this instead Everyone is acting Like they don't know what I said If you need it dotted I said shoutout to the dead Shoutout to the dead Then I flex, say amen Diamonds on my body But they do not understand I could get the hate Cuz I do this for my fam This ain't for the boys Homie this is for the man Whenever I drop a song I'm cataloging bands You would only get that If you working for yo fans Puffing on some supersonic Up until I land Everybody hating But this shit in high demand Throw me on the stage For 20 minutes I'll go apeshit Cutthroat be thy mafia But I gave this a facelift Why is everybody That that be rapping always basic Shoutout to the gods They know they cannot erase this Why they even writing When they know they never say shit How yo boyfriend rapping When he ain't up on a playlist He ain't even underground So why he say he A list I cannot respect him He do not know what his place is They think that I'm gambit I been throwing out my aces Police on my ass but I will not make a statement Eyes real low Got me looking like a Asian Why the even hating They know that imma raven Eyes real low I ain't gonna be no racist Kill a couple beats No I catch a couple cases I can't even google him I know he feeling faceless I don't hate on anyone But trash is what his case is Fucking with the click I know that we feeling dangerous Feeling like gorillas Other words, there ain't no taming us I don't want no angel dust They f*ck us, then playing us I ain't even tripping Imma show him all the hate in us Why they always hating us Feeling like some aliens Never been a sapien Shoutout to young mayo Know the Homie finna aim and bust Ain't nobody raising us On our own enabled us Rap is what been making us