XXL

Know, Bookoo said I'm new Tupac, **** say I'm the new Jeezy

I told 'em I'm not, though

It's going be two dead on the day I go

Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah)

Don't pull through Tubman moving loose, might see a sniper on the roof

It hurt me, too, seen rappers fool, live double lives in the booth

I'm glad my first son came out cool, I cooked up close by a dude

Ridin' with a wig, cops see no kids, tryna put this baby on you

They all non-factors, it's true

Don't rap, they actually do

I was gon' quit this shit, came back, the streets kept askin' me to

I'm checkin' flight status and trackin', pray my package come through

Sittin' in a half a million-car coupe, blowin' my Black out the roof

It's too much blood spilled on my boots, I can't even ask for a truce

Heard I'm in town, they get spooked

Fake ass wrestling dudes is

It's dope boy music, how the fuck you confuse it?

Super hard body, tote a rocket when in Houston

Out the water faucet, million dollar worth of jewelry

Beat two cases, fuck a revocation, I ain't do it

I walk down, flyers, papers, couldn't wait till twenty-two end

As big as my influence is, think my life a movie

Yeah, yeah, yeah, god to you ****

Stars in my ceilin'

We different, all my videos shot in my cars not in rentals

Black tar heroin flipper

Post my ass in the center

The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen

Yeah, finesse the double-X-L, told me, "Gee, you cold as hell"

The best friends came this year, but they late, that ship been sailed

I fuck with some of them off the last few covers, but be real

I guarantee they budget and my ears, neck, and wrist on wheels

Declined her but she like me, won't do a cover on me still

Free my men out the feds, I'ma scream until I'm pale

But most y'all **** dead, never see they face again

Pineapple mix with red, turn this Fanta Keenan-Kel

Clean off a dirty scale, prayin' it's not that hot in hell

'Cause if I go to heaven and don't see red, then I might bail

I make wolves tuck they tails, all our opps dead or tell

Plugs talk to they BM's, don't love they kids, I'm sendin' the Zelle

Do too much show and tell and beefin' on the web

That's how you end up tail, body nailed to a chair

And bro, they hit his head, bow like he sayin' a prayer

We shootin' bricks like Craigs like it's Friday all year

Yeah, god to you ****

Stars in my ceilin'

We different, all my videos shot in my cars not in rentals

Black tar heroin flipper

Post my ass in the center

The streets knew king didn't end it, give a fuck if they play, listen