Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Overseas mixtape tourin'
You was probably thinkin' about me durin'
Quran with me, thumbin' through the Surahs
In need of moisture, wouldn't gi' you urine
Rest in peace, Puerto Rican J
You know mi casa, what the fuck you say
Fat marquee though, who the fuck are they?
With her mother, probably where she stay
[Verse 2]
Fat black nasty, who your baby daddy
Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates
Name in my ill real till you squeal
You no longer solid, on some gangster shit
Ho get out the feelin', all on Instagram, internet beef, lil dirty stanky bitch
Hate on me, miss with all my heart when I tell you fuck your mamma
I just bought a whip
[Verse 3]
On your pussy where you **** got a zit
Sayin' pussy 'cause you sure ain't gotta dick
Born breadwinner, fuck that other shit
I believe in the sky of higher power
Shots fired by your favorite rapper
Partner, boom, boom, boom, God got my body
God time to shine, I'm not satisfied
Lucas on the line, shut up ho be quiet
Hoes wanna fuck, breadwinner ride
Come on say you don't, ho you know you lyin'
Gritty motherfucka, jokers say I'm ugly
Where your real hair?
Ho you know you crying
Papa blowing up a **** phone now
Uh-uh ****, come on, keep it where you kept it
Took a lot of L's, I became a veteran
On a setback, I be steady stepping
[Verse 4]
Double dutch city, toolie rain, movin' out the chain gang, 40 with the drum
Same **** in your party goin' dumb, diamonds in my mouth
Call it a run, Rihanna wanna suck a real **** dick
Really goin' down, not in no DM
My partner wonder why she won't let it slip
He don't keep it real, hit him on the flip
Meet me 'round the corner, burn him with his kids (Why he got the biz?)
He know what he did
Ain't no love when the winners really win
Peddle drugs in a rental, spin your wheels
Took an 8-ball, despite I pay the bills
Cocaine residue up under fingernails
All on top the table and on every scale
Pop's scripts for me, I want every pill
Winter cold summer, never know the feel
Sirens pull up, we already know the drill
We'll get charged but we couldn't beat the ride
Scheming on me, see the look in people eyes
She a demon, while she speakin' I'ma slide
**** winking, I ain't even more surprised
Calm in projects, on my feet I need to drive
Two men seeker counter close to twenty-five
Five years ago, when I was twenty-five
Twenty-five, facing twenty-five to life
Receiving in, wasn't even read my rights
A bitch you want some money, she can take a hike
Me, myself and I took my own advice
Breadwinner feels, built an enterprise
Then I shoot some shit, depend on which device
Goin' in alone, rappers tellin' lies
[Verse 5]
Keep it platinum, never change homie
Heard they 'posed to got some change on you
You go platinum family change on you
Mouth is platinum, spout some change on them
I never stress someone touchin' me
Think 'bout it 'fore you run up on me
Some will say that they don't fuck with me
Probably 'cause they cannot fuck with me
Written by: Kevin Gilyard
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