Yeah
Just a little something for you
Some quick bars and sh**
[Verse 1]
Rest in piece to the herb my n***a burning
From the bag to blunt you ain't earning then you yearning
For something more green carry piece for respect
Never plan to use just in case you disrespect
It go blah blah blah, hope it don't have to come to the that
It don't have to come to that, it don't have to come to that
Just exhale that bullsh**, breath in this real sh**
Plug Beats to your phone while I rap on some real sh**
Why Haitians still dying? Jamaicans still dealing?
Kenyans still poor while we all make a k**ing
Give a f** who you k**ing, give a f** who you drilling
You n***as on my dick only right that you fill in
Your b**hes position a pistol to the mouth
Spilling Cristal I'm living the black mans dream
And I ain't have no children but I just went raw
And I ain't slept since then so I'll rewrite that sentence
[Chorus]
Don't make me come a stereotype
Don't make me come a stereotype
Die die die
I may be a statistic you right
I'll make you a statistic tonight
Die die die die
[Outro]
Die die die die (3x)
Motherf**er just die