Staring Through My Rearview

[Intro] Right now it feels like is me against the world (Made back music) Honestly, like am by myself, you know am saying? [Verse 1] Pity you pussy niggas flying on my down for Never satisfying until them things going off G-Q's best dress niggas of di year Need to yell out the state, how they volunteer Caught in traffic, but they never caught me slipping in it You bitch, your nother mistress nigga, but don't get offended The beef dead, now am moving on to bigger business Bullet holes in your bust, but who benefit'n The first song I wrote I did it whipping in the kitchen Soon as you get the pretty cars, then you come in killing Take your soul, then they sell it on the black market Lost walking silk road, just another talking Award, tours, but the tribe still on a quest Put out your cigarettes nigga when we be on the set Heart of a soldier so, go tell your management I have us bowing heads niggas with the candles lit Call Adele a couples times, I got the voice mail But you being on a line, I get a boy chills Sitting in a corner by myself I hear the voice clip Cross the Queens bridge, nigga bout a fourth gear Box on my ankle, every night I plug it up Asking my lawyer, possibly could they be bugging us Never envy an artist as they reach their pinnacle Motivation came from everything we do Walk away from a scholarship and I bought a brick Everybody bet against me cause they thought I'd miss Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th (Maybach Music) It’s the boss Young Renzel R.I.P 2Pac, my nigga west coast Much love, huh [Chorus] I got a hundred mill to pill through You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you At the top looking down, that’s the crib view Riding in the wave, niggas staring at the rear view I got a hundred mill to pill through You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you Correct [Verse 2] Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off Homes of fatherless sons tryna fill that void They screaming for help but the trap always kill that noise They whipping and na-na, they whipping together yeh yeah They think over the stove is how you whip up a pay day So they talk Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off Homes of fatherless sons tryna fill that void They screaming for help but the trap always kill that noise They whipping and na-na, they whipping together yeh yeah They think over the stove is how you whip up a pay day So they talk and they rats like this shit is for pay plan No niggas do a numbers, and a fans for fist scale You niggas don't even know the numbers on when the breaks out No bells for my partners but these cops walking And all you niggas wanna rap about is how you block popping Bumping, am gonna war righteous with the stock option Am over timing these streets, Ain't no clock stopping Mari-tones to this peace among my comrades Screaming out free my nigga, being still he come back Justice for Tamer and posted up like a thunb tac On my waist, I got one gat I show you the real purpose of a firearm A cop kill another innocent black, and we fire on him Writing on him, rear view to that bullshit you inspire doing Minds are ruin, we black hold in that capsule Pill poppers became the new leaders, that's sad Joe Little preacher from Stalli, maybe ain't that bad though Peace power the pot, or P Malcolm Am down for the revolution no matter the outcome No matter the outcome [Outro] December 4th, December 4th, December 4th Black market,black market, black market Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley) Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley) Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley) (You already know Stalley), (you already know Stalley) I got a hundred mill to pill through You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you Let me hold that Ferarri my nigga At the top looking down, that’s the crib view Riding in the wave, niggas staring at the rear view I got a hundred mill to pill through You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you