Deep

[Intro]

Mustard on the beat, ho

CyHi, yeah

[Verse]

Before I pick up the pace with some shit I'ma say

That's gon' ruffle some feathers, but, bitch, I can wait

I'm already broke, so what difference it make?

Well, to tell you the truth, I don't listen to y'all

'Cause the lyrics you spittin', them niggas is fake

I talk about shit that I did and I saw

'Cause all of you niggas got bricks in the A

What is this shit now, the Wizard of Oz?

If you ain't no killer, don't get in the car

Trust me, you wouldn't wanna live in the walls

And if they get caught for the million they tossin'

They comin' to get every nigga involved

Now you Michael Vick, thinkin' 'bout killin' your dawg

Told you, you should've just listened to me

And your mama is cool with his mama?

I told you, my nigga, this shit could get deep

You can't murder your foe, but for your freedom

Your heart'll get colder than thirty below

Say if you caught that case when you twenty

You wouldn't get out 'til you forty-years-old

Your alibi fake, they done heard it before

All of your family is hurtin' and nervous and cold

They went back to the verdict to show

That you were found guilty of murkin' your foe

It's hard to be a street nigga

God put me here to teach niggas

Who never graduated school

But they'll prolly catch their first body in the first degree, nigga

Y'all glorified the trap, huh

I don't know what's wrong with these niggas

'Cause like Barry White's voice

This shit can get deep, nigga