Verse 1
Yeah, you'll get murdered over that kilo
Them shooters'll come clap yo a**, and how many f**s they give? Zero
You tryna run to delay sh**
But when they get up there, they gone spray sh**
Snakes lay in what you play in
So you better be careful who you lay with
Because if you don't, it's gone raise them red flags
Then watch yo a** get toe tagged
Get carried off from a crime scene in a body bag
n***as be sittin there lettin off the extended mags
100 straight up right to yo chest, insult to injury
And don't expect my squad to show no f**ing sympathy
f** yo squad
Interlude
f** that sh**, it's time to get real..
Verse 2
I'm not bullsh**ting with anyone anymore, they wanted to push me
They pushed me off the edge of the diving board, so I'm diving in the rap game's p**y
I'mma make the rap game scream my name, I'm inside of it
Because getting my name chanted is the name of the game, it's just pride of sh**
They hate the fact I alliterate, they want to instigate
Then ride my dick and imitate, but then I rid the fake
I'm aiming at the n***as who act like just because they paid a grand plus tax
And acting like they getting racks
So they make it rain, while they doing that, the flames is my rain
You don't believe it? I own the rap handheld game
I done put my life into this sh**, and I ain't gone be denied
As long as I'm standing, not with my eyes closed, 6 feet under, as long as I'm f**ing alive
And breathin, I ain't leavin
You got flow? You just a baby to me, you ain't even started teethin
Guys like Chief Keef and Migos the best? You must be geekin
Best believe it
You a Chihuahua to me, you tryna to box with a Pit
You like Chief Keef, I feel like Pac when I spit
The pain, the problems, I walked a mile of it
But I'm one of the few n***as that can say that I took my life and made a smile of it
You've seen everything I've done, from Rejuvination to this little tape right here
I've been up from day to night here
I feel like an insomniac right now, eyes bloodshot like I've been puffing
But that's because if it won't for this, I wouldn't have nothing
And that first verse might be the truth, I might have clutched the pistol
Without this rap sh**, I could've just been the n***a that's typical
Gangbangin, shots ringin, moms singin
Souls stingin, running up on n***as for what they thinking
But now I'm only thinking of what to put on the notepad
And I'm glad that things ain't never go bad
And I ain't go down that inevitable road where things ain't go so sad
Glad I ain't never have to move from place to place like a nomad
Glad I ain't in the grave yet, glad I'm identified by rapping and not a toe tag
Glad I still get to hit and crack beats like gla**
Instead of cracking n***as jaws, pistol whipping, and putting n***as on blast
And look where that's got me in the aftermath
It's got me competing with n***as with lyrical sk**
And saying, "I don't care how good you are, I got the lyrical will"
To keep up with anyone, Ab-Soul, J-Cole
2Pac, Biggie, the n***as that bodied Control
And the rest of em
You don't gotta put me up there with the best of em
But I just wanna know that I'm in the f**ing game
Just put me after N, which should be it already, because isn't it in my name?