Familiar

Quit this lifestyle, one day I'll consider it

Fans on my block asking man for signatures

Same spot there asking I turnt it a horror scene

If it ain’t bout getting money don’t bother me

I could get them slapped if I really wanted

I shot him in him in his face and it don’t play with my conscience

I’m the face of the hood my whole strip got sponsored

We smoked him on the yard ask Officer Johnson

We lose waps then go buy next ones

6 shot mossberg the size of Le'Bron

Walked into the dance 5 shots in my little spin

Lost the 12 gauge same week copped a bigger ting

Really I’m the prince of the F’ like William

She’s a lightskin babe but the backs Brazilian

If my moneys written then it must be millions

Cah I spent a thousand nights serving cats in pavilion

Pull up to Booter in a Wraith, this light skin bitch looks familiar

I think I seen her in a rave with someone that had a milly on

She might point you to the safe, man all these hoes unpredictable

I told B you need to chill you almost smoked a civilian

I never wanted to be rich and famous

Made a couple changes now I’m chilling cuz’ this money comes to me

I told Booter when we dropping this tape?

Every songs a hit straight, can’t you see the way we’re walking on the beat?

I can’t tell if it’s a fan but why the fuck is he staring?

We ain’t buying ‘em for show we’re grabbing hammers to air dem

Yo, I shot him out the window and kept it moving

Ain't no drill rappers like me that kept up bootings

Probably made a 100 bags 10 times and lost it

Before I linked Wraiths turnt their block to a moshpit

I thought I saw a opp I pulled over and cocked it

But it was a civ he's so lucky I clocked him

Would’ve blown his brains out if that ting didn’t jam on me

They say I’m charged up that dotty filled up with battery’s

I sent ‘G round there he turnt it a casualty

Young, lit bosses no wonder they’re mad at me

Heard the opps hate me and the feelings mutual

I’m bringing my burner if he acts unusual

I was in the ride steady risking a recall

Bro done a 15 and he still hasn’t reformed

We was pouring up, we ain’t give a shit if we was poor

50 levels up, only letting bitches through the door

She gon let me fuck, but that’s another reason to ignore her

Don’t believe in God, but all she wants is Christian Dior

Court fines, arrest warrants, and more fines

More time we spend money on more diamonds

I won’t shine ‘til I see all my bros shining

(Ooowhoah)

Pull up to Booter in a Wraith, this light skin bitch looks familiar

I think I seen her in a rave with someone that had a milly on

She might point you to the safe, man all these hoes unpredictable

I told B you need to chill you almost smoked a civilian

I never wanted to be rich and famous

Made a couple changes now I’m chilling cuz this money comes to me

I told Booter when we dropping this tape?

Every songs a hit straight, can’t you see the way we’re walking on the beat?