Isaiah Rashad - Cilvia Demo Album Lyrics

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Hereditary

8 AM in the mornin' I be sippin' on the Henny
You been lookin' for the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one
Ain't thinkin' bout your love I be shittin' on your feelings
And you be lovin' on the wrong one, wrong one, wrong one

My daddy taught me how to drink my pain away
My daddy taught me how to leave somebody
My daddy taught me how to smoke my loin and go
My daddy taught me you don't need nobody
So one time for the caged bird, caged bird, caged bird
And one time for the real niggas, real niggas, real niggas
And slow dance on the Jäger
And one time for the little niggas, little niggas, little niggas

 

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Webbie Flow (U Like)

My dick I know it's, yeah, that's so familiar, yeah

Baby, can you sucky on my dick? I know it's big enough
Round with a nigga from the South, I know you feel the rush
Fucking with a nigga, bitches rarely ever get a touch
Better feel privileged, catch another, you can hit the dust
I done grown up from my child sake, black and mouth face
Look up loud place, never crowd place
Never skirt chase, maybe first grade
Never last place, never had brakes
Pop a transmission, always had faith
Always had trace, always had James
In that duplex, hit a suplex, fuck a crew neck
Spottie solo up in that recess
Never regress, Georgia peaches
Grab her cheek ass, such a slutbag
Baby nut rag, never cuff that
Love a hoodrat where there's puss at?
Barely have me going on that Sosa, I never go back
I never hit it raw again, fucking with the law again
Picking up trash on highways, never my way
Blaze blaze, sneaking shotty
Fuck a Friday, I'm with Robert
Chugging Bombay, fuck your turn up
Fuck your turn out, we gon' burn up
Fuck your moshpit, I'm on my shit
On that Tribe shit, got that pike dog
I might bite, bitch, I'm on tablet
Scribble down, I'm rapping like Kool
Inspire all my local jokers who be quitting that school
They be hating that job, I was hating that too
I was flipping your burger high as a bitch, but I'm cool
I think I'm blessed now
I only stress about the stress now since I'm fresh now
I pull that motherfucking dress down

[Hook]

Never gonna testify, girl
And I'm gonna touch your thighs
I'm gon' spend the night, girl
You like

I heard that you was serving all that pussy, whats it going for?

 

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Cilvia Demo

Who's that creeping through the city in that dark ass tint?
Misdemeanor on the way, yo
I slide in my rimless Bentley, no tights, I'm gymnast
Bending blocks, my world of Legos
Now baby, hold that wheel while I'm rolling up
Hopefully she old enough up
To purchase that liquor, what I need from the store
She understands her selection, advance her affection
And fears my rejection, never needing a hoe
I got plans to be that nigga, I know you met him as a child
He gave you 10 bones, don't sweat it, don't wile
Be cool for a minute, '93 'Til be cool for Emmett
The hung soul a rapper goes rapping those wrapping woes up
Defying foes, lying toes, weapons on tuck
Malcolm, they tackle for belief in the movement
But Rashad got applause for releasing the music

Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch
Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up
I've been getting higher and higher
And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up

Niggas stepping in the swimming pool, invincible
Women I pursue get lost in this
Middle of the summer's in Miami
Kembe with me, Henney, sipping shots like I bought it for him
I'm a brown skin small waisted
I'm creeping with my ball faces, I like her titties, too
I like her attitude, I like her flexible
She got a baby due, I think she bisexual
At least I hope so
I glance to that little grown man at her front door
He looking at me like I looked at pops when he come for
My mama as a toddler I was selfish this ain't nothing new
I can spend a couple 22s if I want to
I save it for the tour, the allure of the gap tooth
Rap toose, in shape of something
I always knew he would make it something
He got schemes to smoke green
And make him some, take 'em son

Now sometimes I be getting higher than a bitch
Smoking all my lows, put the fire to the spliff, what up, now what up
I've been getting higher and higher
And higher and higher, now what up, now what up, now what up

 

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R.I.P. Kevin Miller

[Hook 8x]
Y'all live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money

[Verse 1]
Alright, now if I die today, bitch my legacy is straight
I'm the best they never heard, I'm your brother, just relate
I need diamond teeth, livin' like it's 1998
Like when Percy was the king, back when Juvie was the great
Bitch this doobie is the bait, Patton taught me how to pimp
Like one day you here, then gone, that's why Chad was downin' shrimp
I've been ridin' out, since I thought my Huffy was the shit
Chattanooga pool of sharks, don't you slip and lose a limb
Slow it down, we losin' 'em, I've been on the booze again
Shit, that sopa a livin' Hell, free Guwop if he in jail
Nigga taught me 'bout the scale, it was vivid, I was there
I was on my first offense, I hope they gon' give me bail
Screamin' mothafuck a 12, bitches ain't shit
Cops ain't neither, they huntin' my people
Codeine I'm back, leanin', I cope with my demons
The best is not perfect, the rest is not worth it, wake up!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Hey bitch I'm back, quit the whinin', bring it back, oochie wally
This the set, it's that mothafuckin' bet, who designed it?
This the one, how you make it out of Chat, who can fly yah
I'm the prince, it was written in the book, Jeremiah
I got dreams, I got bitches, I got hooks, you can buy 'em
Fresh and clean, that Stankonia had me hooked as a child
Used to think my ambition was a scheme, I defy 'em
You can too, if you get up off your ass, fucking try it
I'm a snipe, I'm just tryna make the top fall off
On the whip, like a cannon, lollipop on y'all
Xanny ho get me high, make me feel so tall
I'm tryna keep my mental ground and so I feel for y'all
I swear my eyes be bloody red, but bitch I feel amazing
And this is not a confrontation, that's an understatement
See this is runnin' in your house and where your momma staying
You spending doja on some pussy, you ain't concentratin', just wake up!

[Hook]

 

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Ronnie Drake

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"
I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice
Don't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriage
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed
I came to bury you average, you feel slighted
It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it
I real life it, I spill vices
You will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honest
Nigga ain't no getting money on that conscious shit
I'mma just load my gat on some survival shit
And when I hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of it
I got that coke flow, that heat rock
I got that old school, huddle 'til the beat box
Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
I'mma beat that, 'til that mothafuckin' beat drop

[Hook: SZA]
I got love for my niggas, my killers
My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I got love for my sisters, my women
My bitches, my strippers, my hoes

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
Hope they don't kill you cause you black today
They only feel you when you pass away
The eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those movies
Conflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthful
But if you die today, I hope you find some relief
In what a great escape, we still dodging from polices
When we make a plate, they be lying, searching in my bucket
With the straightest face, it could be eighty eight
Sometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing us
I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us
Or how they feeling us, gotta look real and tough
Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names and a vote, then a coffin
Ain't shit change but the coast we adopted
Little black children you can call me that nigga, nigga

[Hook]

 

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West Savannah

Feat. SZA

[Hook]

Now can we fall in love while
Southernplayalistic banging through the night?
(Fall in love, through the night)
And I ain't never felt no type
Of way about this living do or die.
(Type of way, do or die)
And when they see our age they say
We're young, I'll let you push me to the side.
(Push me, to the side)
At least, we fell in love
With something greater than debating suicide.
(At least, we fell in love)

How you feeling baby?
How you feeling baby?
I travel, for you
I battle, for you
Cause I love to call your name
I travel, for you

Now can we fall in love while
Southernplayalistic banging through the night?
And I ain't ever felt no type
Of way about this living do or die.
And when they see our age they say
We're young, I'll let you push me to the side.
At least, we fell in love
With something greater than debating suicide.

[Hook]

 

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Soliloquy

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy
Couldn't hit the grind but making babies I'm crazy
Smoking bouquet, cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
I been on the Jäger for a dayger, watch me slow dance
Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
I got four white girls all Aryan
I wonder what their daddy think! Fuck 'em, it's a revolution
Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other
I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover
She save insurin' by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something
When you saw him macking this scatter rapping no passing my blunt
Don't you put me on freshman covers. I'm posing with lunch
Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up
No competing with bleachers jogging. I'm running a muck
Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper.
Got the bodies on the ..., follow me the cult is back
Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat
Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
Belly full of smog and ciggys just make me nauseous
Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious
But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit
Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
Kill it like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems
We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White
I hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist
Mamma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that?
Why we can't own that? All these fat loaners
Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam
If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son

 

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Tranquility

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

Them hard streets make a militant man
Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can
Our education, they tend to say we killers again
But I'd rather give this living a chance, I'm getting patience
I wonder if the world is gonna see us, it's just niggas
They treat lyrics like I hold triggers like I make difference
Then downplay, what I'm given like I'm no different
They make me wanna move to my aunt's house
I've been on pills since a little one
Start with Advil then we level up
I wonder if my son gonna trust me, out a song so ugly
By his moms, ain't mean to see the world so crummy
They got Tec 9's for Jesus
So I figured that the second coming wasn't never coming
Go figure heaven is a hassle 'cause
They don't even want a nigga back in Africa

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

Some of us fall and some of us hover
Some of us shooters and some of us lovers
I see the sum of it all, I'm running for cover
Invite you for supper, but really they hunt you
Was really 300, was really a gangster
Was really the prey, was really in danger
I'm willing to pray, I'm feeling the angels
Is liquor the savior? This moment contain us
I ride to the far side, I'm looking for peace
Just spread the cigar wide, a moment of ease
Hard benches for my brothers that be roaming the streets
We don't always be the leaders that they want us to be
I'm just hoping that she praying while she down on her knees
See, I often treat these hoes like their fathers would be
Good Lord, my flaws, blind you, got time for it, my flaws

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus

Well, thank God for the shooter
And thank God for the leader
And think hard for a message
Blink art on pedestrians, what are you, a believer?
Tranquility for a Brutus
And hard road for a Caesar
Well, who came from the heavens?
They killed for a blessing, they gonna do it to Jesus
And thank God for the shooter

And thank God for the shooter
Thank God for it

 

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Menthol

Feat. Jean Deaux

She so fuckable, and she got the menthol
And Tunji about the trees that turned my trials into some mid draws
Sleeping on couches, only vouchers is my in-laws
He sold ten ounces, one verse is like an eight ball
Look, I seen it crystal clear, I seen a pistol near
Seen it cock back and knock caps like it's senior year
These niggas think I give a fuck, I could drink a beer
Read a magazine, hut, hut, pass interference
I've been riding clean in my bucket for a couple years
I've been pre-stressed Laurence Pucket, mothafucka, yeah
Baby hold my hand while I stumble up these fucking stairs
Know your nigga here, you still suckin', why you fucking scared?
And hoes love it when I'm high off life, 'cause she know
I'm getting faded, I could fuck all night
Y'all too busy popping Mollys, you could die off hype
My favorite rapper popping ollies and he rap all dyke, I know

[Hook]

I had a couple drinks, and I wonder
If I could call you, tomorrow and borrow your heart
See I've been stressing for a blessing
The one that would set me apart, set me apart
I got all my problems, but I no have no weed
When they say money solve 'em, then I say "No, not me"
And I don't love no more, but I'll just let you be
'Cause you see all my problems and you still had loved me

You cut your hair about as short as your temper, the prescription
For dementia, start slipping and elixirs make it hard to remember
As I recall it with your heart in a blender, drinks spiking
Still chilling, put your life on ice and sink like me
Actions of us, lacking the passion, but think
Righteous from pussy upon a tongue, to calling the him a Sir
Thought the remedy was balling, I'm falling down and I'm done
Finna' to be a workaholic, an alcoholic or som', I'm just calling baby

[Hook]

 

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Modest

Modest, I be in interviews, some niggas hating
Cause I play it like I know, have no clue that I'm the greatest
Tory come, sit up on this dick, I see you waiting
Need a baby cause I'm too young and wild to be the savior
Nail me to the cross and I'm just hanging
Least they left the serpent in my fingers, I'm just smoking
Players from my city really make it to a poster
'less you got a warrant, what you got in that Corolla?
Oh, officer, just Boosie Boo and DG Yola
Won't let them haters get me down, that's what they told us
It's funny how they blame the south when they weak shit don't blow up
We came with all the funk while niggas act like they don't know us
Just living a lie, OG's, acting like hoes, we couldn't rekindle the fire
Nigga, retire, nigga, catch up with the time, I can see more than the block
I can see more than your spot, I don't be stuck in the past, hommie
I'm puffing the grass, holding my cool like a strap, look at my southerner ass

[Hook]

Niggas tried to tell you what you want
But niggas rarely give you what you need
Bitch, I came here right here with the bounce
And if that ain't enough I got some weed
Yeah, cause

Quiet, I be in living room, nigga shaded
With my Nia Long, I sing her a song, she masturbating
Then bring me alone, she got something to say like Larry David
But I leave her lone, ho, I gotta go, I got a baby
Stuck in Babylon, niggas carry bombs and carry rabies
Who gon' speak for you? Who gon' sing your song if you don't play this?
I got strays for days, picture you go home and you that nigga
But can't pay your bill, you can't buy no diapers for your little one
Don't you pay for thrill, child support is like a check away
How you chill with Kendrick? Do you smoke with Q and Dr. Dre?
Least today is real, I should ask some groupies for some fakes
Just a stepping stone, least them kind of bitches know their place
This my second home, this where favorite rappers get replaced
This what the niggas from the South gon' kill that, doubt it, bring the bass
Bitch, I came here right here with an ounce
And if that ain't enough you gotta leave

[Hook]

 

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Heavenly Father

Now everybody telling me a lie
Lordie, give me something for my soul
See, I don't wanna think of suicide
So please don't take the luck yet out my dough
See, I been tired of fucking all these girls
And I been tired of spending all my dough
And if I get my story to the world
I wonder if they'd book me for a show
See, you can't handle pressure on your own
So why you carry boulders by yourself?
They stole the story, they tell it wrong
And glorify the horror and the rough
And mama call me, tell me coming home
And I just need some guidance in my steps
I know I'm not the only one alone
I know I'm not the only one who felt

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

Now I'm praying that I make it 25
Baby, call a doctor for my health
I know it's kinda hard to say the drugs
'Cause I been having problems with myself
And I been asking questions, where the Lord?
And they don't give me answers, just a check
And they don't know my issues as a child
'Cause I was busy cutting on myself
We're hanging from the playground when in Rome
Until you got a rope up on your neck
And I been losing more than just my mind
And gathering enough of self-respect
And daddy, why you call me while you drunk?
And why you never love me when I need it?
And I don't wanna be like you no more
And I been tryna cope, I'm getting real

Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?
Heavenly Father, why are you so far away?

I smoke too much, the problems of a 20 something
I drink too often, there's liquor pouring from the faucet
You would assume by following the tunes
That I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum
These bitches ain't shit and pussy is my greatest vice
I love smoking weed, I hate advice
I know some niggas that talk good
The wise men from a long line of bitch made and bridesmen
You never had nothing but fucking dreams
You just caught up in the hype
The fashion and so it seems the limelight
I know that I rhyme tight
No need for your two cents and burning your blueprints
These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about
Just need a moment of silence, just close your fucking mouth
Infatuated with violence, gun in my fucking mouth
So you don't even know that I'm serious, know what I'm talking 'bout
So like you got punchlines for days
So generic your flow, you're too cold, you're aged
And I punch lines for days
So generic your flow, you're too cold, you're aged
And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
And they souls was never in it
And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill
They souls was never in it

 

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Banana

Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift for the tongue
This shit might open the door
Steal fruit from the young, had to come up with some
22 put piff in the boat
And I was bent into corners, I had boxin' in the sauna
I've been focus gettin' closer to ghosts
And I be sippin' the bit probably sippin a bitch
I ain't really into tippin' the hoes
See my brother got weight, my sister at home
When I get straigth my sister gettin flown
Copping that fuse, my niggas gettin grown
One of these day, damn niggas get owned
Can I get a glass cup and a lil' Henny
I'm, too cold but a little timid
I blow checks save a lil' penny
I'm too young for some big money
Ooh come girl get some dick from me
My job needs some piss from me
Uhn, lil' bro can you fuck with me
Came through at the last minute
Lil' wasting my time, lacing with perks
Perks in a bind
Hazin' yo' baby, I'm better when blind
I don't see nothin' this perfect, this fine

[Hook]

Here on the floor I'm serving the sweat
There's no way to go, then
To hide from my love's
'Cause we are young and we are turning some
There's nowhere to go
Still comin' hard

My son sleep, I'm rollin it up
I don't sleep
I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet
You fuckin' with us I won't eat
Start stomping your feet, I need that
Depending on all of you feedback
Come out to my show and come feed that
Can't direct the sellin' at the retail
My daddy left me with no details
Came back with a bitch and a stepson
I guess he forgot that he left somethin'
He must have been saving the best bum
She screaming out give me the rest hun
Pearl neckless I empty my left nut
Most niggas can't fuck with my worse shit
I'm scribbling my living with curses
Just wait till I get this shit perfect
You niggas can't fuck with my verses
See they really don't think that I'm 'bout this
Don't make me come run in your houses
We know where your mamma your dad lives
Oh baby, it's sway how this mask sits
My niggas got triggas and vast licks
Don't like how we living it lasts us
You out of your trigger and backseat
Just looking at the shooter it's Mike D
Your rosary shinning so nicely
We innocent city kids if you ask me
I rode in the Benz in the backseat
Them vices they swarm and attack me
Got diamonds and niners upon me
That Juvie, that Percy, that Bun B
Sell track in this black while we dumping

[Hook]

 

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Brad Jordan

ft. Michael Da Vinci

Not edging me, my nigger, Michael D.,
Getting bowled, we was banging, now some masterpiece.
On the road, I prefer my world with platinum T.
Maybe gold, man, tell them how they better come correct.
Mamma tell me, we no setting any memberships,
No ... I respect to be your dealership.
And tell them bossy, we no flexing with that funk,
A blessing to that punk. Damn, I've got a sonny on the way.
But then , my baby, I be spitting like it's cracking some.
Like sister Agnus, I was born, I'm thinking, 91'?
That mean I'm chosen, when I'm slabbing through your hood, bitch,
Just having fun, bitch.

Feel like I'm Brad Jordan,
Damn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan!
Scarface, something like,
Feel like I'm Brad Jordan.
Two dope boys in a busted arrow runner.
Opm, no pussy ass nigger.

Now, you would think I were from South part,
Granny, I was making trouble.
I would never love a motherfucker,
Feel like dropping glasses.
Like a rocker, rappers, bitch, are classy.
Edging me on my brother's boat, bitch,
I've been drinking since my mamma called around for niggers,
Putting me too many questions,
I'll fucking throw.
Ride DaVinciz, we was loosing, now we winning,
Can I sport a couple of lens?
Bust your Brandon Jennis, wear your crown,
Knee your pocket or that shit will go amissing.
You that nigger butt the misses, eat her dick
And now you dentist,
All my East side niggers who be eating do no sleeping,
Before they see us, I don't go to parties, even if it is the weakest.
A shout out to the women who be faithful to their pickle,
And shout out to the haters who be all up in their ...
And shout out to my daddy, I be buying your ass a Bentley.

Feel like I'm Brad Jordan,
Damn, my man, feel like I'm Brad Jordan!
Scarface, something like,
Feel like I'm Brad Jordan.
Two dope boys in a busted arrow runner.
Opm, no pussy ass nigger.

Now, you would think I were from South part,
Granny, I was making trouble.
I would never love a motherfucker,
Feel like dropping glasses.
Like a rocker, and rappers be too classy,
A bunch of busters, I'm on everybody's asses,
...
Did you notice?
Fucking boggus, fucking rapers,
This is me, my nigger, Mike D.
Opm, no pussy ass nigger.
Two dope boys in a busted arrow runner.

 

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Shot You Down

[Verse 1]
I take a drag at the square, I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, it's reflecting my perspective
Beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow
Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches
Road to the riches still paved with the ditches
Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night
I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake
They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
If I ain't let the shine beam me up, then I'm riding Spock
No crying 'til I'm in a pine box
I got the bitches hitting Mikey like where Zay at?
Probably fucking on her friend, probably L.A. at
Probably plotting on a mil', staying well fed
Bitch don't run your mouth, we don't play that
Momma taught me better, can't count on niggas
Can't count on weather, go figure nigga
They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar
Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers, I don't feel 'em
Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chilling
Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and I'll kill 'em
Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willing
To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick!

[Bridge]
I'm praying for some good rappers and a fleetwood
Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up
Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper
You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes and I ain't even tripping
Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas
Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley
Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me

[Hook]
I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down
Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now?
I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down
I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now?
No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down
No sensitive niggas, I shot you down
No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down
No Hypebeast pussies, what you do now?

[Outro]
I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down
Your brain no have no conscious, don't make a sound
I came, I saw, I conquered, what you do now?
Your brain no have no conscious, what you do?
Don't make a sound, bitch