In 4

Ayy (Kane did it, ho) This mornin', I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my Glock off the hotel stand Shot my mama a text, "Thanks for makin' me a man" I stopped by Dillard's, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch But that ain't my bitch, don't even know why I mentioned this Then I hit up John Popi, got a zip of biscotti They painted up my billboard, they did some hella climbin' Got me back and forth to court 'bout somethin' I want behind me The opps, they know where I'm at, but they won't come and find me The opps, they know where I'm at, it ain't like I'm hidin' I tried to spare 'em, tried to look over the biggest shit If I put down my remote, then Lil Joe gon' click Tie him up on speakerphone, let his mama hear it I'll kill his whole crew and still be on some humble shit And I get fly as hell especially in an orange fit These niggas must die and I ain't talkin' armpits And I need y'all to stop comparin' me, your favorite rapper flow from me These rappers not approachin' me but I hear that it's smoke with me But tell them if they wanna kill me Ayy, tell them that it won't be easy I ride with Drac's like I'm Lil Weezy And I still feel like somethin' missing I'm forever reppin' 16 They ain't got no problem with riskin' life for me I shine with no problem, that's why they really hate me "More money, more problems" probably the realest statement I just talked to Lil Durk, it was 'bout real estate I want a lil' more paper but rappin' got me straight Everything ain't good, I still wanna see better days Disrespect the dead, seen burnt flowers on Fred grave And I could never respond, they blow up what I say I seen death around the corner and went the other way They ain't picture me comin', in my dreams I see me runnin' up on them With the stick, box him right in the corner, I ain't talkin' McGregor I just checked a hundred racks on my schedule Hate, I ain't responding now, you niggas can't even get to my level I already fucked the bitch way before I even had met her I just got in the game, they watched me go put flawless on metal Ayy, really ride with 9's, I don't pretend Ayy, I just bought Versace just to sleep in Ayy, your dead homie's somethin' I don't know about But if his killer go to jail, I'm tryna bond him out Might have some babies in your crib 'cause we gon' come inside We want your casket closed so all we know is open fire Ayy, Slim left, that's why I tote this gun on my right hip If he hops, death be comin' right behind him like an ad-lib You gon' have to fake your death, I'm tellin' you, for real, it's gon' get that real It's so easy to lose like car keys Ended my night with red and RP's at the studio I'm happy that I got a soul that I ain't never sold Havin' sex with hoes who wouldn't fuck me like a year ago I'm dressin' rich, but the inside of me still broke Know I'm a rapper, still got niggas I'd kill for Get real high, I get booted up like steel toes I'm in too, thought I'd give you some of this info Know you want some, tell me, nigga, what you in for?