Post game pskr (feat. El Cousteau)

WTFOMARI

I got a bag out your city

Soon I touch da A I hit Benji

Kno it’s blood on me lord forgive me

I might fire up da opps in Disney

Merch do numbers I’m neck neck wit taka man

I had forgot who u was wen da xotic hit

**** paperwork red tryna politic

I jus got lil head lil lobotomy

30k on tour of shirts **** I ain’t een gon speak on what the CDs brought me in

Debo like yatman stall me out

Took risks with the pros money all was in

Who me i jus stack my cheese yea the war start wit me

Lil **** I’m all for it

Did numbers off the hill what your dawg couldn’t

Lil **** want a fade then call and book me

I take a dope fein on a move

We goin rob us a ****

Im at the Italian diner on capitol hill

Left the intercontinental

Im southeast in A5

Where the young **** shoot out a window

Kidnap a witness

Give a fuck about nothing

Me & cuhs ain’t sparing a ****

I got my hands in it

Im fighting the judgement and ducking the fire

I take advantage wherever it’s room

For a **** to conquer and divide

Im outside ducking these felonies

My momma she pray for my sins & my lies

Im in the drug zone on the corner of staples

Looking death in his eyes