CIA

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' time (aw, yeah) Check, check (yeah, yeah) Mic' check, check, check You know what I'm sayin'? This type of shit, bitch Mic' check, check, check (yeah) I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho Bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh (yeah) Go pick the bitch up Yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check The pussy good, the drink was good Bitch, I need the check, check, check Yeah, uh, yeah I did this album off pages ripped out my diary Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me (yeah, yeah) I hit up Deuce around D'USSÉ and 'migo slide with me (yeah) Need my money back, you can't never YK Osiris me (hahaha) Did it all, extortions to the bribery (yeah) Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me (nah) Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 (bitch) Tryna get some pussy bumpin' Jagged Edge, "I Gotta Be" I'm tryna be too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split (yeah) Four ways, whole things, no way I die of old age Don't stunt around your homies 'less them niggas'll make they own lane And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game Shortage on the dope, now this fetty fundin' the campaign Servin' Big Rabbit rosé, Big Rabbit champagne Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poison in they veins Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains Feel like if we link up and squash the beef, it won't be the same (it ain't gon' be the same, nigga) Shoutout Will Gates, man, folks and them gave me hella game (yeah, yeah, hella game) Kane Train smokin' (smokin', yeah) Remember them nights when I was broke, I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen Man, I'm just bein' open When I made "Fuckin' Up the Count," ain't had no Audemars yet, I was rappin' and hopin' (yeah) And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis Al took me straight to the Grammys, I wasn't expectin' that (nah) Now if they ask you if you from Gary, they got respect for that (they got respect for that) Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS (yeah, yeah) Afraid 'cause these devils done infiltrated the rap game Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days (yeah) Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS Check, check (yeah, uh) Mic' check, check, check (don't let that clout fuck you up, nigga) Bitch, mic' check, check, check Uh, bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check, bitch Biggest daily blows to the community, nigga Crack, AIDS, and Instagram, nigga CIA CIA, nigga Crack, Instagram, and AIDS Crack, Instagram, and AIDS, man That's, that's a song That's what they did to us, man CIA That's what we gon' call this ho, "CIA"