ni**as told me get on that drill sh*t
I said, "Aight respectfully"
I'm off the Yak, got a lot on my mind
Time is money and if you don't get it, you wastin' my time
After I fu*k, she tryna cuff, b*tch you out of line (Get out of here)
Blowin' my phone up, callin' me cryin', get off my line (Get outta here)
'Cause I am a demon, long as I'm breathin'
Don't want your heart, you can keep it (Keep that)
b*tches will tell you they love you, they skeemin', cappin', don't even mean it
But I don't believe it, all of them treesh, that's why I just fu*k it and leave 'em
I just stay loyal to money and music and all the guys that I be with
But back to the real, just bought me a 'vette and still ain't signed to a deal
ni**as be signed and broke, damn, can't even get out of your deal (Stupid)
I'm paranoid, one hand on my gun, the other hand on the wheel (I got it)
Don't like how he movin', tell him to chill, my hitta ready to kill
So stop all that tough sh*t, black, you only act off a pill
When I hit the bros up, ni**as is sober, ready to drill
No, I don't have to, but if I have to, fu*k it I will
And all of them ni**as you see me with then, you see me with still
The Kween of my City
I am a big deal (Brooklyn)
It's Redlyfe for lyfe
But I fu*k with the rips still
Glock on my hips still
But when it come to this rap sh*t
I let my pen spill
They know I've been ill
Hop in the Vs, pockets on Gs, I'm still good in the Ps (I'm still good)
Run up a dice game, who got the bank? I'm bettin' twenty the least
Told her to slide, her hand on my thigh, she feel the brick in my jeans (Ooouuu)
Tell her uh ah, Mama don't try it, I got the stick in my jeans
Somebody BM hittin' my DM, I had to leave her on seen
And she not a regular b*tch, but that don't mean nothin' to me
But if you talkin' 'bout money then fu*k it, 'cause that mean somethin' to me
You gotta get to the bag fu*kin' with me, fu*k do you mean?
Hop on the plane, out with the gang, we in Atlanta, slide
I hit up one of my hoes when I land, tell her to meet me at Hide
Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside
And all of my ni**as on timin', pussy, just know that we got it
Them ni**as was tryin' to rob me, my shooter he co*ked it and popped it
ni**as don't know my body, who you thought you was linin'?
My guys leave you unconscious, dummy, that's not a threat, that's a promise
You see M.A in that foreign, just know it's some ni**as behind it
And it's some hittas beside it and it's some hittas in front
And they poled up, clip on doughnut, big drum, ready to dump
I swear this not what you want, ten rounds, man down, fu*k it, it's up
I ain't even see what happened, I'm just sippin my cup
Y'all be beggin' these hoes whenever I see 'em they ready to fu*k
You can ask Marc if I'm cappin, I told that ni**a it's magic
Bringin' them racks in, I'm about action, ain't no chill and relaxin'
I've been restless, other investments but I'm still killin' this rap sh*t
Three things I hate, a liar, bills, and payin' my taxes
No time to play, can't cuff no chick, they all distractions
Never goin' broke or backwards, If I did it, I did what I had to
I just got back in my bag too, just put a half a mil in my stash too
(Let's get it) fu*k you talkin' 'bout?
Gettin' money respectfully
ni**as try to say, "Yo bro, we need that old M.A. back, man?
I said "Okay, like, what you mean?"
This sh*t is nothin' man
I walk and I talk
Man, don't ever play with me like this, man
ni**as told me to do a drill beat
Man, I said fu*k it I'ma do a drill beat then
You know what I mean
It's Brooklyn
It's Redlyfe