It's TPN, nigga When I was 16, I was toting on them pipes
I was done playing nice, mm Every time that I popped out, I had pole on
My side I was ready to ride, mm
Yeah, we spinning all day, I was itching to catch a case
Catch a murder homicide, mm Mama know I'm fraught, hard to look me in
My eyes Mama, I'm sorry, I know you tried
Yeah, we got the lo, you know we gon' slide Smoking all these pounds, I think I'm method man in how high, took his bitches cause
I'm too fly Always get away from the Jakes cause my shoes
Tied Got a motherf*cking gun, why the hell would
I fight
Your bitch like riding on my dick like a f*cking bike
You an nasty ass nigga f*cking on them dykes You better watch out, I think Rome might bite
Mm, you better watch out, I think Rome might bite
This nigga KT a crashed dummy, he always tryna f*cking fight
This nigga got his bitch amaris on, look like he got on tights
Promo n laptop cost a band, I just bought the mic
Let my pops hear a, throw away, he told me to write, but I was talking lite
I made every beat on Vol.one, you wonder what our type is
FL Keys to make the beat but I put in putting lines quick
My bitch said I'm the best rapper, I think she got some bias
Sell that boy some green crack, I'll have him tighten
On the road to Canada with my parents when I was little
My pops gave me drank, I ain't kno, it had Jolly Ranchers in the middle