Staring Through My Rearview

[Intro]

Right now it feels like is me against the world (Made back music)

Honestly, like am by myself, you know am saying?

[Verse 1]

Pity you pussy niggas flying on my down for

Never satisfying until them things going off

G-Q's best dress niggas of di year

Need to yell out the state, how they volunteer

Caught in traffic, but they never caught me slipping in it

You bitch, your nother mistress nigga, but don't get offended

The beef dead, now am moving on to bigger business

Bullet holes in your bust, but who benefit'n

The first song I wrote I did it whipping in the kitchen

Soon as you get the pretty cars, then you come in killing

Take your soul, then they sell it on the black market

Lost walking silk road, just another talking

Award, tours, but the tribe still on a  quest

Put out your cigarettes nigga when we be on the set

Heart of a soldier so, go tell your management

I have us bowing heads niggas with the candles lit

Call Adele a couples times, I got the voice mail

But you being on a line, I get a boy chills

Sitting in a corner by myself I hear the voice clip

Cross the Queens bridge, nigga bout a fourth gear

Box on my ankle,  every night I plug it up

Asking my lawyer, possibly could they be bugging us

Never envy an artist as they reach their pinnacle

Motivation came from everything we do

Walk away from a scholarship and I bought a brick

Everybody bet against me cause they thought I'd miss

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th

(Maybach Music) It’s the boss Young Renzel

R.I.P 2Pac, my nigga west coast

Much love, huh

[Chorus]

I got a hundred mill to pill through

You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you

At the top looking down, that’s the crib view

Riding in the wave, niggas staring at the rear view

I got a hundred mill to pill through

You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you

Correct

[Verse 2]

Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk

Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought

But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot

Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off

Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk

Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought

But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot

Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off

Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk

Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought

But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot

Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off

Homes of fatherless sons tryna fill that void

They screaming for help but the trap always kill that noise

They whipping and na-na, they whipping together yeh yeah

They think over the stove is how you whip up a pay day

So they talk

Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk

Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought

But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot

Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off

Money, women and drugs, that’s all these niggas talk

Ain’t these fans are concern bout what they nigga bought

But in another herd, a 14 year old getting shot

Clangs man, cops, these cowards tryna kill us off

Homes of fatherless sons tryna fill that void

They screaming for help but the trap always kill that noise

They whipping and na-na, they whipping together yeh yeah

They think over the stove is how you whip up a pay day

So they talk and they rats like this shit is for pay plan

No niggas do a numbers, and a fans for fist scale

You niggas don't even know the numbers on when the breaks out

No bells for my partners but these cops walking

And all you niggas wanna rap about is how you block popping

Bumping, am gonna war righteous with the stock option

Am over timing these streets, Ain't no clock stopping

Mari-tones to this peace among my comrades

Screaming out free my nigga, being still he come back

Justice for Tamer and posted up like a thunb tac

On my waist, I got one gat

I show you the real purpose of a firearm

A cop kill another innocent black, and we fire on him

Writing on him, rear view to that bullshit you inspire doing

Minds are ruin, we black hold in that capsule

Pill poppers became the new leaders, that's sad Joe

Little preacher from Stalli, maybe ain't that bad though

Peace power the pot, or P Malcolm

Am down for the revolution no matter the outcome

No matter the outcome

[Outro]

December 4th, December 4th, December 4th

Black market,black market, black market

Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley)

Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley)

Ricky Rosey, Double Lim (You already know Stalley)

(You already know Stalley), (you already know Stalley)

I got a hundred mill to pill through

You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you

Let me hold that Ferarri my nigga

At the top looking down, that’s the crib view

Riding in the wave, niggas staring at the rear view

I got a hundred mill to pill through

You ain't fucking with devil, I can’t feel you