Lyrics

I think these **** got amnes-
I see these **** got, oh
Knock-knock, bang-bang, let the beast out
Welcome to the deep side, chuckin' up the peace sign
Meantime, tryna tally up the green guys
Nothin' for a weak mind, most these **** read mine
Penitentiary, I'm still screamin', "Free mine"
Glock 9 do a **** just like a stop sign
Everybody got a Rollie, but it's my time
I think it's funny when they hatin' on the sideline
Only **** that can go and get a miss
And then jump right back with the mitts like Barry Bonds
Right back like I never left, ooh, I got stripes, ain't never ref
My girl booty like a teddy bear, woo, go get the money boo, it's everywhere, ayy
Feel like they forgot about a ****, boy, you lookin' at the illest
Point 'em out and I'ma get 'em, oh Jesus
I think these **** got amnesia
I tried to tell 'em, but they did not believe me
I see these **** got amnesia, ether
Young black motherfucker wit' an attitude
Screamin', "Fuck cops" 'cause they shootin' up the avenue
Black man and my pants full of revenue
Not crack residue, fuck what they tellin' you
Real ****, G code what I'm stickin' to
LOL to them **** told me what I never do
I married the money, but still got a side piece
Back in the buildin' they hopin' it could not be
You rap **** got a deadline, I'm at ya neck like a bow-tie, woo
Word to my **** Ray Ray, shit, everything's on the left side, oh
Keep sleepin', white coupe two-seated, wit' the roof, I don't need it
Oh you mad, so be it, huh, these rap dudes come and go like the bus
Do you ever need a job, come see me in a year or two, easy
I think these **** got amnesia
I ts, did not believe me
I think these **** got amnesia, ether
Enough is, enough is, I guess I gotta show ****
What you doin', where you at, where you been, ****?
In the gym, movin' weight like a dope dealer
Been realer in the studio with the wrist whippin'
Big business, got the south on my back boy
You want a feature? 50 bands on the invoice
Aww shit, here we go again
Another **** came from nothin', actin' arrogant
Another black motherfucker thinkin' all us trouble
**** hatin' so much, I bought a bigger Benz, woo
Pullin' up like, "Remember me?"
Even Drake know they tryna drain your energy
I got the game sleepin' on me, but my Glock stay woke
Couple of places in my hood that you just can't go, ayy
Feel like they forgot about a ****, boy, you lookin' at the illest
Point 'em out and I'ma get 'em, oh Jesus
I think these **** got amnesia
I tried to tell 'em, but they would not believe me
I think these **** got amnesia, ether
I think these **** got amnesia
I tried to tell 'em, but they did not believe me
Ho, I think these **** got amnesia
How could they forget about the reaper?
Written by: Antoine McColister, Jose Jerez Jr, Reynard Tarleton
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