bricks to murals

you say you got a gun

you need to go for that shit

you better get that 'cause i ain't goin' for shit

i got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that bitch

yeah

i ain't goin' for shit

nigga

gettin' street money

i really sold that brick

we eatin'

nigga

you know what it is

pussy

i know i fucked her last night

but in public

i don't know that bitch

i don't know that bitch

niggas ain't set the street on fire like i did

the way i'm rhymin' remind 'em of ready to die

bitch

pop a nigga

put that on my kids

sometimes when you kill a nigga you love

you stand over him

close his eyelids

i only rap what i lived

don't fuck with me

you'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge

eatin' raw oysters and fried squid

even in canada

i became a champion like kawhi did

these the streets

you either gon' get a bullet scar

or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar

look

you know it's a foreign when i pull a car

like jay-z

i'm good on any malcolm x boulevard

yeah

i was in the trenches

we was pushin' hard

then i got in this rap shit and i took it far

every tape a classic and full of bars

scope on the stick

call me brett favre

i can throw a bullet far

gxfr on the plates when i'm pullin' off

shady

roc nation

they wanna know how i pull it off

they tried to ride the wave

now i'm watchin' them pussy niggas starve

you need a hundred k just to book the squad

white maybach

peanut butter seats

i'm breezin' by in

no security

just a shooter that love to squeeze his iron

talk that gangster shit in your raps

people ain't even buy it

pussy

stay away from beef

you on a vegan diet

ah

you say you got a gun

you need to go for that shit

you better get that 'cause i ain't goin' for shit

i got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that bitch

yeah

i ain't goin' for shit

nigga

gettin' street money

i really sold that brick

we eatin'

nigga

you know what it is

pussy

i know i fucked her last night

but in public

i don't know that bitch

i don't know that bitch

look

versace boxers in my kith robe

cookin' up a whole square on this bitch stove

her pussy good

but that bitch nose could sniff os

but i ain't trippin' 'cause i just got in a big load

huh

rollie on the wrist bone

that shit froze

vs stones be hittin' hard like klitschko

skitzo

ride with the big pole

the stick fold

drum on that bitch like fifty shots is what the clips hold

yeah

been gettin' money since the flip phones

every time that shit ring

another brick sold

shocks just got out the brick home

take him to saks to get clothes

and let him fuck one of my thick hoes

still hold a chopper

i let it explode

i'm bipolar like busta bus

i flip mode

it's rules to this street shit

nigga

it's cold

you know how this shit goes

haha

machine

bitch

so if i gotta tell anybody anything that's goin' through that shit

man

stay down

man

keep fightin'

you know what i'm sayin'

what's your disadvantage

make the shit your advantage

you know what i'm sayin'

i hated that i got shot in the head and my shit all twisted and all that

but all i did was just flip that shit and i made it to a brand

now them hoodies is a thousand dollars

my vinyl

they paintin' murals in japan

in australia

and europe

and all over the place of my face now