[Intro]
Ayy
CashMoneyAP
Whatever a b**ch ni**a wanna do, we can do
We tote drums with 7.62’s
Ay, ayy
[Verse 1]
I ain’t in a rock band, but I love drums
Trust fall with the opps, I’m tryin’ to catch one
We killed a few now a ni**a want the rest of ’em
Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral
I’m in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
I’m real far from them ni**as tryin’ to harm me
Got that fire up on my side it’s a [?]
Had my gun up in the school, don’t you test me
Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
That ni**a snitched up on my brother now he locked down
But I’ma count my ni**a in, I nеver count him out
And he was b**chin’ on that mission, so I let him out
You know a ni**a nеver trippin’, took another route
I keep on slidin’ ’cause I know them ni**as whereabouts
I saw that ni**a in the crowd, I had to air it out
My OG was a godfather, but ain’t sh*t ’bout him holy
I’m plottin’ on my own dawg ’cause that b**ch ni**a owe me
b**ch I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they saw me
How you talkin’ out to me and b**ch you don’t even know me?
My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
That’s a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a ni**a back
Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back
Picked up the sack, makin’ plays like a ni**a movin’ south
Ayy, and you ain’t shootin’ sh*t for real, boy you really a actor
You chasin’ b**ches over money boy you [?]
Yeah I be rappin’, but a ni**a ain’t sh*t like these rappers
‘Cause I be shootin’ sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors
Ay, they say I’m a pedophile, ’cause my Perc’ 10
My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin’
She on that block sellin’ pussy, yeah she workin’
But I don’t even blame her ’cause she tryin’ to feed the kids
Cosmetic with this choppa ’cause I split wigs
And it’s a dirty game, matter fact that b**ch rigged
They lookin’ at a ni**a different ’cause they know what I did
But I ain’t speakin’ on them bodies ’cause I’m keepin’ it hid
[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I’m street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther
[Verse 2]
Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain’t f**k with them
I’m ballin’ out every day, I’m above the rail
These ni**as faker than plastic, I call ’em lil’ [?]
He tried to cross me on a lick so I don’t f**k with him
Ay, don’t call me ’cause you not a Crip or my [?]
And I’m a real ni**a so you know I’m standin’ ten toes
You sayin’ that’s yo’ dawg, but that ni**a never even rode
Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that ni**a told
We ain’t fakin’ sh*t my ni**a, b**ch you know we kill for real
f**k a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter
Put this metal on a momma, show him how this [?] feels
Rolly on my wrist and I can’t even tell the time for real
Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos
A real hood ni**a [?] and Faygos
Them stupid nat b**ches, you know we don’t date those
I’m the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a ho
[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I’m street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther