The Type

[Verse 1:]

See me and just act like you don't know a nigga

I finessed the beat it's just to show a nigga

Triple beaming scheming I'm a rap dealer

I'm the type who don't condone a hoe nigga

I'm the type to serve it like a bartender

I'm the type to sauce em in some Margielas

I'm the type to get this shit from state to state

Throw some 26s on a Chevrolet

I'm the type to count that money everyday

Dez Bryant flow I'm born in 88

Never gave a fuck about what a hater say

You must not see these diamonds in this Rollie face

I'm the type to give my problems all to God

I'm the type to keep it real it and never flaunt it

I'm the type to meditate my nerves bad

I'm the type to smoke an ounce of loud pack

I'm the type to pray and then'll sin again

I'm the type who love to see his niggas win

I'm the type the streets look at for motivation

Ain't the type to snitch when interrogated

I'm the type to go and get my own dough

I'm the type to roll up got my own smoke

You the type who looking for a handout

Always got some business bout what you heard about it

We the type of guy who kept it way realer

I be hella juugin off of painkillers

Whoa kemosabe, whoa kemosabe

You talk slick to me then I might catch a body

Hold up I'm focused, bitch I'm the shit halitosis

Please do control your emotions and do not jump in this ocean

You want bars well I'm doing prison time with this shit

You think it's glamour and glitzen, we keep them hammers and sticks

The police don't love us, they quick to shoot us and dig us a ditch

I'm the type if you talking I'll smack you right in your shit

I'm on a dock with my niggas witnessing sinking your ship

And if you fuck with my family I'll send a bomb as a gift

For real though, real though

Youngin killing for some stripes and pair of shell toes

You do not want me to bring them to your front door

You do not want meet them Haitians they are cutthroat

I think it's funny niggas sleeping on the boy, woah

This that hand toss fuck that Digiorno

I think these niggas got me twisted like a cornrow

It's hood nation bitch and I'm the head honcho