Not Quite Right

[Hook]

There’s a couple things about you character that’s

{Not quite right}

I hit your ass up right, terminate you on sight

Leave your bitch like… {screaming}

Then I’m gone with the wind like the grim

We are not like them, you got a rep but it’s

{Not quite right}

Man, I hold that forty-four tight I show up, all white

Leave your bitch like…  {screaming}

Then we slide, getting right on the ride

[Verse 1]

First off, nigga what your verse cost?

I put that on my first cross, Lamborghinis murk off

I hit the switch, shirt off, the roof’s severed

Like a hurricane a met it, purple haze presence

And Kush bags, I got the same car Bush had

Similar beefs too, my shirt’s bulletproof, my watch see through

The streets blind you while the cops beat you

Nah, the cops pop you, then pick you up and drop you

Now what would big and pac do? Probably something colossal

So who am I to break trend? My ghetto gospel

Heated and hostile, they take what they read about you

And immediately doubt you the second you make it out too

There’s a cool G on my house shoe

They don’t think you’ll pop, they pop up when you’re about to

Nigga this for the street, it ain’t about you

Better run as fast as your mouth do

[Hook]

There’s a couple things about you character that’s

{Not quite right}

I hit your ass up right, terminate you on sight

Leave your bitch like… {screaming}

Then I’m gone with the wind like the grim

We are not like them, you got a rep but it’s

{Not quite right}

Man, I hold that forty-four tight I show up, all bright

Leave your bitch like…  {screaming}

Then we slide, getting right on the ride

[Verse 2]

New nigga, old nigga, don’t matter

Matter of fact line them up, they’ll go faster

I’m stronger than Castro and you’re casper

Nothing more than an asshole, who asked ya?

There’s doe for me to capture, me and my dutch master

Chronic and my lighter, I’m tighter than any writer

A fighter block igniter, machine fire to face

The wrong look will have the doctor tying your face

I beat the odds, beat the hate blogs, and a state charge

Shit, I’m here, so I can appreciate scars

When you’re smoking that paper depreciates hard

Which can feel like a foot’s in the graveyard

And the other foot’s direction is the pen

Gucci on the slippers, you’re slipping away again

Nigga I ain’t your friend cause you knew me back then

I honk the horn on them, pour Crystal and Dom on them

[Hook]

There’s a couple things about you character that’s

{Not quite right}

I hit your ass up right, terminate you on sight

Leave your bitch like… {screaming}

Then I’m gone with the wind like the grim

We are not like them, you got a rep but it’s

{Not quite right}

Man, I hold that forty-four tight I show up, all bright

Leave your bitch like…  {screaming}

Then we slide, getting right on the ride