Outro

I got 40 niggas back in the trap house Each got a bitch and a map out Navigate my way to the top And I won't ever stop till I ring all your necks off Damn it's him again inside the frame Now the picture's stained Everytime I hit the stage I get paid And that's why I'm doing this Ain't no telling what I really might do with this Kumbaya my lord keep me safe and keep my heart adored All I see is bodies on the floor Of these rappers who come to my door Mm stab you in your neck I'm bulletproof so that means you can't stab in the back But that ain't stopping you from trying and lying up to my face Like I ain't winning this stupid race called life without a trace nigga I'm the king I'll say it your face nigga By 2021 I'm going places nigga I run barefoot no shoes no laces I'm a good guy but I lose my patience Now get out of my way before I throw a brick at your chick Scream bitches ain't shit while I pen this ill shit On a spreadsheet In a taxis backseat feeling kinda fancy Waking up the death like a necromancy My bitch classy your bitch ashy I fucken eat snakes you can go and ask Ashley Actually I hit all the bars with the accuracy Counting all this money like it's numeracy Your friends fake they all are plastic Bitch Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow You thought I was done I'm still having fun This is a 40 beat just look at what 40 did Me and my niggas we ride Better know how to slide Bitch it's a homicide Pick a side I ain't capping I'm just rapping coz these niggas out here lacking Yeah that's a fact That's a fact