HALO

[Verse 1]

If I was a killer I would be like Luigi

Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Okay)

Everybody fuck with you when everyone needy

How the fuck we 'posed to co-exist when everyone greedy?

That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help

Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell

Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell

Me and soft-ass rappers, man, we never gon' gel

[Pre-Chorus]

I pray the thugs keep thuggin', the hoеs keep goin'

The fat asses shakin' while thе liquor keep pourin'

And they keep lookin' 'cause I keep winnin'

And I keep a, huh, so I keep grinnin', I'm— (yeah)

[Chorus]

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo

[Verse 2]

Okay, the bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal

If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal

If a nigga act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em

I'ma give they ass the beats like a fuckin' producer

Play 'em like MPC, now he on NBC

Now he on Channel 5 and I won't say a peep

If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat

They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like, "It wasn't me," huh

So many imaginary opps

Niggas don't even be gangster, but they gangster 'cause of the Glock (Glock, Glock)

So many imaginary thugs, all you rap niggas licks, finna rob 'em for the buzz, uh

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, the thugs keep thuggin', the hoes keep goin' (Let's get it done)

The fat asses shakin' while the liquor keep pourin' (Woah)

And they keep lookin' 'cause I keep winnin' (Let's go)

And I keep a, huh, so I keep grinnin', I'm— (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah)

Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah)

[Segue]

I'm in the day room, right?

My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, you know, he was bobbin' his head like shit

So I put the headphones in my man's ear

He got to dancin' like shit, that joint catchy as a motherfucker

[Outro]

Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence (Sentence)

State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel

Could've got away with three, but I wouldn't tattle

Made parole and then I got out (Early, early)

Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out (Sturdy, sturdy)

That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here, no surprise

If I did the whole time, I'd be out in 2025, '25, '25