On The Set

[Intro]

Yeah, check-check

Yeah, uh (Check that)

Turn me up, 3rd, yeah

[Chorus]

Goddamn, they done got Diddy

I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him

I wonder if he paid off Pac killers

I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie

When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out

Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out

Industry wasn't checkin' for Gary, I feel like I was left out

Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report to set now (Uh, yeah)

[Verse]

I almost gave it up, that was the truth

Got out my feelings and got back in the booth

I'm sittin' solo up in Sam's throwin' racks in the booth

Drunk drivin' the 911 like it's accident-proof

The Lord be walkin' with me, sometimes He carry me like a child

Through all these pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buyin' vowels

Sent the flight to pipe her down, and I ain't never come back around

I'm so impatient with them, got bitches cryin' in Diego DM, yeah

Baby, please don't go

I make a bitch walk down the hill, run them keys back, ho

I heard she doin' scams, police, they just released that ho

Couldn't afford the BBL, she had to lease that ho

Delete that ho, I treat that ho

She think we goin' out to eat, I'm mild sauce, six wing that ho

Can't expose a rat to shit they never seen before

Bitch fucked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that ho? You bitch

Goddamn, they done got Diddy

Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie

I was gon' retire from rap when I seen that shit with Nipsey

Crazy when that shit hit your peers, that shit be hittin' different

Yeah, shit be stressin' me incredibly

Yeah, no more summers with Frankie Beverly (Yeah)

Gotta praise the gods while you walkin' with 'em

Spanto passed right after Fathers Day, I was talkin' with him, man, what the fuck?

When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out

Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out

Would they pop me if I pull the 'Rari or the 'Vette out?

I left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out

[Interlude]

Yeah, check-check

Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah

Uh, multimillion-dollar nigga, I support the set now (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Goddamn, they done got Diddy

I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him

I wonder if he paid off Pac killers

I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain't never pop Biggie

When you die, they ain't got shit for your moms, they'd rather ice they neck out

Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out

Industry wasn't checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out

Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report to set now (Uh)

[Outro]

Left a legacy up in this bitch 'fore I left out, yeah

Yeah

Yeah