Sum To Say

[Intro]

Vx on the track

Nigga

Nigga, what?

They like "Pap, you ain't been droppin' boy, you ain't been droppin' no music, you just been-"

I been in them streets nigga, I been thuggin' nigga, for real nigga, I ain't like your favorite rapper at all, nigga

Yeah

I ain't these niggas that they just - they just give 'em a script and tell 'em read the script, nah nigga

I wrote the book, nigga

Go shut the fuck up, nigga

And do this shit my way, you hear me?

Yeah

[Verse 1]

I'm in the booth right now wildin' with 2 houses around my neck

I remember baggin' product, moving 2 ounces off the step

I'm a real warlord, bitch, I'm a problem in the 'jects

He ain't like me, he got icy, lil' bro robbed him for his neck

I built a empire, nigga, fuck a EMPIRE check

He sent diss after diss, then got sent to his death

They like, "Papi, keep it quiet, we in the street, we steady wildin'"

I'm with the 6s, what's the problem?

He movin' funny, brodie shot him

I got an album release party

I'm high off percs, I got my 40

I had an interview that was late as shit

They didn't wanna let the gang in

If they can't come then I ain't doin' it

We move as one, nigga, we a unit

My phone ringin' back to back

Flat to the wall, they put my back

I had a shooting at my show, so my bookings kinda slow

I been blew through my advance, bitch I'm back to moving dope

My momma beggin' me to change, I'm telling her this all I know

Bitch, I'm Ali against the ropes

Bust down cubans, these ain't ropes

I'm steady duckin' from parole, cuz FaceTime show another pole

Put money on the opps head, it keep upping 'til they gone

Nigga, I'm God on my block, ain't no nigga finna try me

I don't give a fuck about no deal, I'll catch a motherfuckin' homi

Street nigga with bad credit, you front me then your ass deaded

Called to God in his last second, stood over him and meet your bredren

Who the fuck want war with us? Check the score, we 40 up

Shordy slide through scorchin' sum, stick on him as long as a bus

Cuz ridin right or wrong, I had my mind made all along

I clutch my fire  when I'm alone, throw back a yerc, get in that mode

I'm on stage to show the kit, bitch better not play you’ll meet the glick

There's residue on my Amiris, I'm a dope boy, clearly

60k for my AP, I wish BK could put it on

Your niggas died, you ain't do shit, you hit the booth and made a song

My brother flatlined, I lost my mind, spunt all night, 'til somebody died

Stop me when I'm fuckin' lying, where ever you catch him open fire

My sister say she prayed for me, for what? I got a Drac' with me

Ain't no nigga gon' play with me, lil cuz'll take the face from me

Auntie knockin' hard as shit, I know she got some pape' for me

Cuz a real deal Rollin' 60, he'll go ape for me

I grew up in a warzone, police don't spin the block like that

You playin' in the wrong zone, most niggas get shot like that

My daddy was a drug lord, they respect me on his block for that

He did a hit for free, so I put him in the mob for that

[Interlude]

Yeah, nigga

I'm him

I'm the one nigga

I don't need nothin', I don't need nobody

Everything, everybody be needing me, you understand me?

Yeah

Let me tell you something

[Verse 2]

This Glock gon' turn into a fuckin' Drac' when I push the button

Amiri pockets stuffed, bitch this shit look like Ruben Studdard

Way before I seen a rap check, I was movin' budder

Cuz don't know shit 'bout no grass but could use the cutter

Squinting hard as shit, looking through the glass, that's an undercover

You know Pap can't be trusted boy a shiesty lil' motherfucker

He been hidin', we on his ass, I dropped a bag on your baby brother

Moved my momma out to the 'burbs, she ain't gotta ask for nothin'

My lil brother FaceTimed me, said "Mommy said you got a bag of money"

I pull up to the crib with the roll, and get to passing 20's

My bitch bad, had to give her ass a big bag of 50's

Smoke one with my mom she like "Damn boy where you get this?"

Gumbo that I'm smokin' on strong like LA Fitness

Broski always got that shiesty on, won't leave a witness

Sport-Plus mode bitch I'm gone like it's a stick shift

5.56 bullets long'll flip a big bitch

Rappin' 'bout killings in them songs ain't never hit shit

I stood on my block movin' zones, I really flip shit

Could rap about heroin all day long, I really did this

Niggas from the other side see me, start droppin' fed tips

Nigga once it's up then it's stuck, you know I don't dead shit

Auntie, if you ain't got the money, get the fuck on 'head with that shit

My bitch text my phone long as fuck, I text back "That's it"

The rent 2000 times 3, bitch that cost my fit

Crackers at that label got me fucked up, I gotta talk my shit

Threw a meeting at Brooklyn Chop House, I don't even eat that shit

700 dollars worth of Tris, nigga you can keep that shit

House so fucking big, I get bored, ready to leave this bitch

Ask me for the time, I might go blind, can't even see in this shit

Cartiers on my motherfuckin' face, see the sea in this shit

Way before So Icey, I was cold, I'll freeze me a bitch

Ain't signed to 1017, and I ain't signing to P and them niggas

I betted on myself, man, had more money than all 3 of them niggas

I named my Drac' "Sdot Go", I'll sweep me a nigga

Robbed a nigga from my city with no gun, he a sweet lil' nigga

You mad yo bitch always call you a bum, you a cheap lil' nigga

You not Pap, the top dog bitch I'm back

I'm ballin like LeBron dad, I came from selling heroin slabs

I know them was your big bros, they dead now, they all gas

Nigga, check the stat sheet, we cut through the back street, body bags in black sheets

Back to back we slidin, even though we whacked one last week

Them niggas ain't held yet, they ain't even get in the field yet

Them crackers want me out in Cali, the fuck I'm gon' do in the valley?

Papi a real block nigga, heroin dealer, pot whipper

I'm going out like Rah Digger

Go to sleep clutchin' my pole, momma be tryna cleanse my soul

Paranoid when I hear the door, I'm the shit when I hit the stove

Add the water and spin some more

[Interlude]

Yeah nigga

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

You know

Niggas be doin' mad other shit

They don't know what I be doin'

They don't do the shit I do

Yeah nigga

You thought it was done

No bitch I'm not done

Niggas tryna do the shit I do

I'm tryna tell you niggas sum'

For real

Sucker ass niggas

[Verse 3]

Them niggas share chains, Papi ball like Major Payne

Real mobster, brought a Tommy with me

Nappy ass braids, shooting a Drac', you'll think Quanny with me

I seen my man, I gotta get em, you know I don't do no politicin'

I take whatever come with em, that's my dog I'm ridin' with him

If you don't know him mind your business

I'm the typa nigga get in your bushes

You the typa nigga to kill over pussy

Playin' it close, he don't know I'll book him

Niggas know how the fuck I'm comin'

Real warlord, I run the jungle

I'm Ox before that bitch jumped on him

I jump out leave the engine runnin'

All I know is get some money

My brother asked me "Who is Marlo?"

Don't worry 'bout it you don't wanna know

My momma wanna pray with me, she said she had a bad dream

She better know it stay with me, so I don't know what that mean

I asked her "What do prayin' mean?", how do you talk to a nigga you never seen

She say it's all what you believe, so hold on auntie callin' me

She asked me when I'm comin' back, I never even responded back

Only thing I think is money, I don't miss a beat auntie I'm coming

My fans want a new album, my daughter think I move mountains

I gotta find a new accountant, I'm signed but I'm still robbin'

Everyday it's new problems, I just make it look good

Brodie can't sell dope, but he know how to cook good

I don't live in the hood, I moved to the wish-a-nigga woods

They sittin' at home broke as shit, wishin' that a nigga could

They got me booked for a tour, will I go, not really sure

Cause I'll put all that shit on pause, niggas act like they won't go to war

Your cousin went to the corner store, he never left the corner store

Costs 50 to buy a casket, I dropped 60 on my Audemars

I'm Dr. Miami, catchin' body after body, they won't call it off

I clutch my Glock at my baby mama house droppin' my daughter off

Them niggas want the recipe, they even try and dress like me

You can't bust up your neck like me, you can't fuck up a check like me

The top dog, I'm not a goat, neck look like kaleidoscope

Papi sold a lot of dope, stop-n-shop you gotta go