Catch a bullet to the brain

You will never be the same

Make it pop like some champagne

All you bitches in my way

Get the fuck up off my face

You got nothing say

I'm done playing all these games

I'ma say it all again

Catch a bullet to the brain

You will never be the same

Make it pop like some champagne

All you bitches in my way

Get the fuck up off my face

You got nothing say

I'm done playing all these games

I'ma say it all again

All yall rappers are repetitive I can lend you a skill

I can get up on the beat with the intent to kill

What's the deal, nothing new, produce, all the juice, drop a

Deuce and you lose and I back to the roots

And I'm blasting the truth like a pastor and blues

An absolute magnitude of out rapping you wrapping you

And slapping you to Santa

The way make laugh, you should do stand up

In Atlanta land of laughter and that's the truth

I'm passing you around the track so many laps that you should stop

Don't talk, don't say a word

Work and work I'm made to stir

The pot, the game if your

Wanna say it straight up sir

Pause, the beat I'm sure

That I'm gonna make it and rake in and shake em up

Underestimating turn em all to dust

I'ma have to break your face if you keep talking all that shit

I've been flipping fingers every single day, since I was six

I been three figures rich and at least

I can say that my legacy is forever this

Catch a bullet to the brain

You will never be the same

Make it pop like some champagne

All you bitches in my way

Get the fuck up off my face

You got nothing say

I'm done playing all these games

I'ma say it all again

Catch a bullet to the brain

You will never be the same

Make it pop like some champagne

All you bitches in my way

Get the fuck up off my face

You got nothing say

I'm done playing all these games

I'ma say it all again