[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Mmm
NLE Top, mmm, bombs like Al-Qaeda (Yung Lan on the track)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Brrt
[Chorus]
Ayy, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys (I threw away the Roxys)
Done with the bullshit, I don't need nobody (I don't need nobody)
I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects (Right in front the projects)
I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I'm a murder prophet (I'm a murder prophet)
I'm sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'
Tryna make sure that they listen, but I don't think that they hearin', eyes tearin'
I'm not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering (I just hope that God steering)
Devil interfering, but this glizzy in Amiris (But this glizzy in the Amiris)
[Verse]
They won't kill me, they won't drill me, won't peel me (They won't peel me)
Sincerely, from a nigga with no pity (With no pity), no biggie
Killers killin' without it with me, no Mickey
It ain't no mouses that's runnin' with me
They say Bryson trippin', say he changin', he actin' different
Know it's really fiction, so I'm changin' my chapter with you
Might get in my feelings reminiscin' 'bout past dealings (Past dealings)
Meditating, infatuated with peace and real healin'
Drug dealin', real killin' we already witnessed it (We already witnessed it)
New deal for a few mil', they askin' how I'm feelin' (They askin' how I'm feelin')
Don't feel real, couple M's, she lovin' how I live (She lovin' how I live)
This shit unreal, these hoes, they fuckin' on me just for thrills
I wish that I could get some time back (Get some time back)
Man, I gotta rewind that (Gotta rewind that)
Lotta shit, it set me back, it knocked me off the wrong path (Off the wrong path)
Thuggin', check my rough draft, give your ass a bloodbath (Bloodbath)
We don't even play fair, you come here, you lay here
Hard workin' young nigga, they don't understand I'm tired, though (They don't understand I'm tired)
Bro, like what you tired for? You 'posed to be alive, bro
Lotta shit done came to light, I was lookin' through blindfolds
Livin' in the lies like we trapped up in a cycle
Tryna be rich like them white folks, my third eye woke (My third eye woke)
Think I want a white Ghost, matte black or painted purple
Green and blue cheese, Geico, blue Mike and Ikes, ho (Blue Mike and Ikes, ho)
Off-White in the sunlight, can't forget the Nikes, though
Livin' on a tightrope, I'm balancin' survival
Through the concrete grew a bright rose, I'm on the right road
Potholes, we dodge those, in foreign whips, not Tahoes
I'm in a 'Rari, 'Rari, go
Calamari for the dish, while she give me deep throat
Let me know
'Rari, 'Rari, go
In the car with this chopper and it came with a scope
They like, "That's that boy from Shotta Flow"
[Chorus]
Ayy, done with the pills, I threw away the Roxys (I threw away the Roxys)
Done with the bullshit, I don't need nobody (I don't need nobody)
I might just post up with a full clip right in front the projects (Right in front the projects)
I seen a murder 'fore it happen, I'm a murder prophet (I'm a murder prophet)
I'm sittin' chillin', smokin', makin' a killin'
Tryna make sure that they listen, but I don't think that they hearin', eyes tearin'
I'm not God-fearing, I just hope that God steering (I just hope that God steering)
Devil interfering, but this glizzy in Amiris
