Roast these n****s up, ghost these problems
Mostly toolied up, goons, ghost, and goblins
Now, it’s mostly bougie stuff, boasty problems
I know she said she was, but no she wasn't
Yeah, posted hoodied up yeah, Dolce bottoms
Yeah, she looking sweet, but low-key rotten
Yeah, soldiers Uzi'd up, best know we got them
Yeah, only dudes in touch, but low-key Gotham
He's in the back, he got the massive glock
Yeah, he's on the left-side, squeezing the Macintosh
Hollowman's back, you know that I'm back on top
And everyone eats, and that's when the rations stop
You sat on da fence, you gettin' me tense
Now go get my money, my twenty percent
Big movies over there, best know we shot them
Yeah, only dudes in touch, plus
N***a we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in the drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
Coming from the bottom, scratching pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before, duckin' from the war
Hoping that forever come, just knowin’ this the life
But only life that we saw, pistols in the drawer
C*****e in the corner pocket, hoping that you know we been through all this before
I do not f**k with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so if I love you, depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the prints
I did the math, the graph, and givin’ you half ain't makin’ no sense
I'm still real, and I'm still screamin’, "Brook-Brooklyn"
Great Saint, in that good book
Dope game in my cold vein, so c*****e in my cookbook
Dark skin in my snow white, I think it's a good look
Picked up where you left off, and I gave back what the hood took
So, callin' it now, next year I'm takin' a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive, tonight I'm just thinking ‘bout taking an Annie
And they just know I'm the kid, so I'm just taking a nanny
N****s will back out they pack; I'm relaxed, I just act like I’m taking a X***y
Man's on a crusade ting
N****s will aim at your head and they come for your top on a toupée ting
Bitches will play with your heart, just to ball 'cause they on a 2K ting
I'll tell a bad b***h to kick it and push it and skate on a Lupe ting
If it is black, then I'm black and I'm blacking I'm back on a D'USSÉ ting
N***a we, we been through all of this before, c*****e in the drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
Coming from the bottom, scratching pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before, duckin' from the war
Hoping that forever come, just knowin’ this the life
But only life that we saw, pistols in the drawer
C*****e in the corner pocket, hoping that you know we been through all this before
