Uh uh uh uh uh
And I'm back on the track
Ratatata it's a rapid attack
Young indigo with the world on his back
Never stopping till my name on the map
If you cannot get that
Then I'm getting a gat
All I need is a pen and a pad
With a bottle of Jack
To get girls on my lap
Now that I'm back with raps
And im spitting some facts
They all wanna react?
Little nigga listen
Couldnt fit in
Now I'm paid for fittings
How can I chill when I'm making shillings
Style so trill
And my lifestyle thrilling
I ain't come to kill
I came to make a killing
This you gotta feel
But dont catch any feelings
Yeah my heart sealed
And I dont see ceilings
So never ask me if I think
I'm really winning yeah
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there put your mother f*cking hands up in the air
Young nigga with the fro can flow?
Mansa musa with the golden soul
Heart as cold as the northern pole
Ice on my neck but my heart is froze
Love can't be bought I'm the one she chose?
Said you the best but I still ain't sold
Born in the west I was raised in the east
I'm a beast on the beats,
I'm a beast in the sheets
Ask your chick she a freak
And she loving on me
You know the drill
Got some weed and henny
We can't trust you if you calling police
You might have to deal with all the homies.
I dont need any of that energy
I spread my wings with positivity
I trust in the G.O.D as I buckle my belt
In the passenger seat
And we drive through the streets.
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there let me see you put your hands up in the air
Right there put your mother f*cking hands up in the air