Yeah, uh

You know what this is, right?

I don′t really think y'all niggas ready

Yo, I stole a pack, then I sold it back

Uh, we roll in Lacs and got fold up gats with shoulder straps

It′s Griselda, bitch, y'all know the stats

I need my safe overflow with racks

And a yacht with a speedboat attached

We watched niggas eating, now we getting even

We watched our mothers cry, but that just made us risk our freedom

The 40 blow, you get ripped to pieces, hit and leaking

Have your family in this bitch grieving, hugging pics of Jesus

My shit the deepest, my shit for thinkers, reachers

This shit you simple niggas probably couldn't grip with tweezers

I took dope charges and I caught state cases

We did stickups when we was kids and bought Playstations

Treat your bitch crib like a truck stop weigh station

Safe haven, if we trade places, that′s a vacation

You know the science, my soldiers riot

And the best done got finessed

I threw more curve balls than Nolan Ryan

Growing up, we was so defiant, holding iron

Chest poking out while I smoke the finest, you know you dying

We cold as iron, you show up with me, you know you buying

Uh, I take one brick and multiply it

The realest shit of life might be the realest shit I write

At the Knicks game, so close, I′m spilling shit on spike

And I'm killing shit on spite, uh, Glock 19 with the silencer, nigga

And I just twisted it on tight with the MAC, uh

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (yeah)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (goodnight)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (y′all niggas, y'all ain′t ready)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Listen, dog, we really came from grave conditions

Ran the trap like offence and I'm Lane Kiffin

Waiting on the lob, from Chris Paul, guess I′m Blake Griffin

The TEC shoot from AK distance, so I can't miss ya

Yeah, it's me, I make these niggas feel like I′m a problem

Don′t like you, we wilding, opposed to drinking right from the bottle

Rock the Gucci polo with the snake right on the collar

Low 3 top, blue nines with the white on the bottom

Niggas hurt, they in they feelings, they don't like how I′m styling

Got a bitch bad as Rihanna, got her right from the island

I been in prison fights where niggas got sliced and then holler

We broke bread and shared blood just like we Italian, uh

We was Nextelers, now we XXlers

Making deal with label execs, our check mailers

One of the best, that's a bet, I don′t sweat, never

I can read a sucker nigga like a New York bestseller

We jetsetters, street niggas, we just dress better

Eating lamb, ain't no dressing on my salad, just feta

Gun plastic, vest metal, GXF rebel

And we hitting family members, so y′all know it's next level, pussy

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (goodnight)

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