Nineteen

[Intro] I'm not gon' lie to y'all, like, midwxst kind of been goin' kinda crazy this year I'm not gon' lie, like, he be droppin' hits, on hits, on hits, on hits (Thanks, Zuko) Nah, facts, and like, his consistency, bruh, and the videos Everything, bro, his sound is just fucking different Yo, he really, he, he, he 'bout to be crazy You know, I was like from the phone, like, yeah, nobody— I'm like, he might pull up on some crazy shit, like, he should've known how [0:22 ?] how I feel, type shit But at the same time, I'm kinda expectin' that shit because it was always hard You should've, he, he gon' murder the all the motherfuckers who ain't ready for him Back in action, back in action (Action) Back in action, back in action (Action) Back in action, back in action, gang, let's get it (Back in action) Back in action, back in action We like that, back in action Back in action (Action) [Chorus] Let me talk my shit (Woo, woo) Or did I flex too much? Air out business quick (Air it quick) 'Cause I compress too much People on my dick (They be on my dick) 'Cause I impress too much Don't get hit with that stick (Not with that stick) 'Cause you expect too much (On God) [Verse] Bitch, I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen) I'm only nineteen (I'm only nineteen) I got some brothers that shoot on command, no, boy, we are not fighting (No, we are not fightin') He thought he was a threat, but I know that he bluffin', that boy is just typin' (Woo, woo) Love my shooter named Zeus 'cause he come out that cut, know he come with that lightnin' (Woo, woo) Know I'm bigger than life, know my life is a movie directed by Spike Lee (Directed by Spike Lee) Give a fuck 'bout the comments or anythin' anyone wan' do to spite me (They wanna spite me) Shit, if I was you, I'd hate me too (On God) I'm a threat, bitch, no, that's nothing new (On God) On my neck, bitch, I broke out the zoo (A zoo) Said I'm hard? Well, that shit is old news (Old news) Indi' baby, made it out the Nap' (The Nap') I've still got some brothers in the trap (In the trap) I've still got some brothers wavin' flags (Wavin' flags) Bringin' money in, I got the cash Got three phones on my body, what number? Know I'm mixin' that Rick with the Junya (Woo) Hatin' on me, like Kanye, I wonder (Woo) We gon' run in the house, we gon' plunder (Yeah) The fuck is a box? (Woo) You can't keep me in Know we servin' out hot shit like Auntie Anne's (Ha) And my bro wear them colors like Uncle Sam We gon' push up, provide, nigga, that's the plan Know I rock out the show, then I talk to the fans Walk in that bank and deposit the bands All black how we movin', bitch, movin' that Benz I need new hundreds, them Benjis, them mans I get on the stage and bitches fall in trance Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen Never gon' tell, not stepping on no stand Been going up, bitch, I been in demand Word to boy joeyy, that bitch gonna shake it She want a pic', I told that boy to take it Niggas be fakin', they fake 'til they make it My brodies ride around, know that they dangerous Spittin' this shit off the dome, speakin' facts No one go harder, say that shit with my chest (Woo) That boy a tire the way that he pressed (Woo) When you start gettin' money, bitch, you know the rest [Chorus] Let me talk my shit (Woo, woo) Or did I flex too much? Air out business quick (Air it quick) 'Cause I compress too much People on my dick (They be on my dick) 'Cause I impress too much Don't get hit with that stick (Not with that stick) 'Cause you expect too much (On God)