[Intro: Excerpt from "The Wire", Rx Papi]
'Monk' Metcalf: -running his mouth some
Marlo Stanfield: He call me a punk?
Chris Partlow: It was bullshit, man. You ain't need that on your mind
Marlo Stanfield: What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker?
My name was on the street?
Yeah, aight
When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me
On god
Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker --Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name!
[Verse]
Play with me if you want nigga and die
Broad daylight, fah-fah-fah
I'm in that kitchen and I don't get tired
Niggas dick rode then they switched sides
He left the corner store with his baby mom
Got his dumbass shot five times
They put my gang on FOX 5
Broad daylight, we open the fire
One of your homies just got killed, and ain't one of you niggas slide
I can give a fuck about a rap deal, play with me bitch and I'm outside
Walk around town with the fire
Got too much pride to let sum' slide
And everytime I say: "Long live dem boys" another nigga finna die
I'm Melly with murder on my mind
I'm ridin' dirty, the burner on my side
Beat the pot, gotta scrape the sides
Aim good like I got a extra eye
Bitch dirt but she got good neck and thighs
He was dead but I shot him a extra time
Them crackers gon' try to give me extra time
I was in the A hoping they extradite me
Parole ask me what's going on
I don't wanna talk, I don't know what's going on
Five hundred dollars to get a nigga gone
I mean what I say my word is bond
Golden gun in my hand, James Bond
2 Door sticked up, James Bond
Bitch say I'm cute as James Bond
Glock in my suit like James Bond
They pulled me over 'cause they know my car
He tryin' his hardest to find the raw
It's a stash box inside the car
Stupid, you'll never found the raw
Neph like Chris and Snoop together
Two big ass Glocks shoot together
He like: "Pap, I got you forever"
I'm like: "Nigga, I got you whenever"
I jump out the bed like Skinny Meech
These niggas act like mini-mes
I'm like AR-Ab in Philly, straight gangster I'm not Gillie
These niggas wanna be a Barksdale
Beat a nigga face with a barbell
I'm in love with the new car smell
I don't wear fake jewelry like Ralo
In my hood I sold more dope than Ralo
These niggas move like Nas X
[?] some of my stress
I beat the pot with a right and left
Put money on 'em and got 'em left
On murders, how I spent my check
Omertà until the death
Off the hip, shoot from the step
They seen I was strapped from the step
I fuck around and shoot 'em to death
Two hundred shots, just you and Neph?
I run the game, I dont need a ref
I sell dope, fuck a rap check
I'm on two different bails
They tryna get the gang YSL'd
Spank you a rat, why you tell?
They got my nigga Yano on the run
We jump out them cars and we gon' dump
Peso text me, said "Keep going"
Send Yano money, tell 'em: "Keep runnin'"
When I die they gon' remember me like Meech
Dirty ass nigga out of the east
Ran it up and took care of my people
My bitch straight and my mama good
I sold dope in all kind of hoods
I still live in the wish a nigga woods
Everyday I wake up, I wish a nigga would
Oh, that's two times in it? Let me hit the 'Wood
They know 'bout me in East Atlanta
Papi geeked and he keep the hammer
