If the Shoe Fits

My exes can’t talk to me They talk to eachother These NIGGAS can’t talk to me I let em be Cuz I can spot a f*ck NIGGA telling lies And I can spot a ho tryna be my wife Mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm Wait wait Make no mistake NIGGAS wanna be me Whole time hating Congratulations You basic My girl in designer bracelets Just face it You taking up space And can’t be blocking my blessings I done learned my lesson Now do you get the message Kuz I think I found your size The shoe gon fit real nice Buy it twice ‘Twas a slight drought Had to reroute But I’m here now NIGGA Open your ears now NIGGA Not foreign you boring now NIGGA I say NIGGA all the time It’s a NIGGAS favorite line And when NIGGAS turn to Gods Walls come tumbling down/ Doooooown Walls come tumbling down/ Doooooown Niggas asking for pressure But they pipes done got rusty These Niggas wet Body musty Dollar bills all I’m cuffing About my biz No discussion You peasants really disgust me I’m a get it young hustler You’re nowhere near on my level Trust me ya bitch wanna lust me Honesty the bitch ain’t nothing Picnic me That's a luncheon I get her high then she munch me I’m the boss I’m the function Direct that shit then launch it Don’t pop up Don’t do company Video call for a conference Y’all don’t practice what you preach So you sure ain’t reaching me Throw two fingers at you peace How a wolf gon lead the sheep Ima legend They love me Getting money over seas Backyard my groceries Real money grows on trees And some other luxuries Incase these walls come tumbling down Doooown Walls come tumbling down Doooown Walls come tumbling down Dooooown Every Tesla I’m extra Solar Panels etc, Melenated my wrist And I be drafting the pics Military to a million dollars Got my haters sick They at my service I stay preaching They gon doubt it Still not leaving Listen to me I be streaming Teck Philippe-ing Plenty greens and plenty green F*ck you mean It’s what it seems When you’re awake You chase your dreams I be I be Trapping shit planting shit Like how you think these white folks got rich Making us plant and pick And now we just picking presidents Working for dead presidents That had slaves to bury em They hating they know the vibes So we got niggas worrying Ima be free And live off the land Make miracles with my hands You always be checking your balance Stolen lands Master plans The deception is grand These walls might come tumbling down Tumbling might come tumbling