lately been feelin' like niggas doubt me
they don't got no staying power
every record label try and scout me
representin' all official niggas
i tried to get one pregnant
my little bird fly to teterboro
halliburton full of blues brothers
ain't no akroyd or belushi neither
i be runnin' back for a team or something
i'm sneaking burners in the club
i'm not concerned about who beefing with us
i'm not a little nigga tryna big boy
i'm like the outcast of the new school
spent about three stacks on a bitcoin
why you gotta buy a gift for her?
and walk around like we ain't different
i ain't about to tit for tat
guess who put shit there? me
and i can outrap my opponents
media treat my passion like a hazard or something
y'all get the handoff and fumble it
i get it and alvin kamara it
simple city niggas wild with me
so you outta town niggas humble it
the homies is homonyms out in these streets
you probably is wondering what do that mean?
i am the legend niggas trying to be
went to portland before i signed with my team
niggas couldn't fly on they feet
never that broke shit applying to me
it run in my blood like i'm sipping mud
we laughing at who thoughts
i quietly quietly built my empire
to set afire to the rivaling teams
devour anybody bothering me
all of my queens got blood on they sneakers
all of my women be loyal and honest
i take 'em all shopping then burn the receipt
nah really? who fucking with me?
rest in peace to chuck brown