[Intro]
You ready?

[Verse]
God plus a pistol they protect me like a otter box
Multiply with Hennessy I’m Kobe took a lot of shots
Looking at these n***as I can’t shoot them on my mama watch
I can’t put her life on the line I got writers block
Light his top like he got a idea
I ain’t tryna die either and you know I got nina
Like Tamara got Tia grimming every hyena
If it get rocky I won’t wrestle with you Maivia
Donatello smart he taught me always keep the stick
I was 17 when I found out that I needed it
Now I’m 23 and keep a ski when I leave with it
Used to pray my pieces hit but now I’m tryna be legit
Hustling I did it often n***as want me in a coffin
Smoking then I get to coughing rather do that than be talking
To my demons see them walking tryna wet me like a dolphin
These n***as drawing ain’t no kids if we get to chalking
Even when I’m laying down boy I’m still standing over you
Only thing on my mind green like the Joker too
Always got my guard up I ain’t too approachable
I got let down by too many what I’m posed to do
I just take my time like these n***as take advantage
It hurt a lot of people when they see me doing damage
I know when I get power it’s gone be a lot of static
Just like my belt all my people strapped automatic
Kept you a secret can’t let people just see none of that
She know that I’m loose when it come to us being attached
Started with a text so that’s just where I’m leaving it at
Every time I hit then go to sleep my demons attack
Pump you with a shell this the gas that be in the strap
Hearing all these lies n***as want me to feed in the cap
Sick of looking out it’s gone cost you a fee and a half
Think my mama only proud of me not being a stat
Mama said my brother died and he was keeping the gat
Told my older brother n***a ain’t no repeating of that
Back in high school it was all about seeing a stack
Why I put life on the line cause I needed a scat
Man I’m sick of rapping man what’s happening to me
School took my temperature I don’t need no degree
Drinking Hennessy and rapping in the booth from 10 to 3
Keep the 40 cal boy cause I know these n***as envy me
Going Russel Westbrook tryna get that MVP
I pulled n***as cards way before I stole identity
I ain’t come to make friends I’m just making history
But man I’m sick of rapping cause I never missed a beat