You a sucka boy Tryna kill your brother, where's your motha

boy

Just makin' noise, thought you was a shotta til you got deployed

Playin' with them toys, that's a kiddy choice

Instead of the enemy, you got your brother, what a pity choice

Real ones know what I'm sayin' okay

I dropped off the plate, I'm a player, okay

They noticed I'm steady, they just dropped confetti

Was on the east side when I made it, yeah

They know that I got it, yeah, this one off topic

They see me all over the playlist, no wonder we poppin

We just started droppin', they can't understand when I say this

I said cornbread, chicken fed, collard greens, extra yams

Hold the pork, don't do the ham, homie just came up again

How you gon' brag bout that band when you ran off on your mans

If I wasn't rappin', baby, I bet you'd still be a fan

Homie just got out the pen, how you gon' break bread with them

Blueface, Benjamins, Franklins, I'm thinkin' them

He said think again, knowledge is better than money

Cause money gon' fly in the wind

My kicks, flyer than Ken

My kin, flyer than Bobby, yeah, this the end

They sayin' it's Midwest, nah

Cause under the Dixie, I'm runnin' a check

She got the fifties and hundreds to stretch

You wouldn't believe me, they see me a threat

We came up from nothing thats CF & N

My brother just popped off the ESPN, so pardon my french, we done did it again

He wanna know where IAM, here come the bread, YAHUSHA be all on my tan

Watch how he fill up my cup, I pour it right back so my brother ain't starving again

Will he have heart in the end

I guess it depends, really, there isn't a friend

If there's a friend, that one gon' stick to the end

That's closer than Ryu and Ken

Man, I don't need no friends, bruh

I just need a hot plate of that cornbread

Chicken fed, collard green, extra yams

Hold the pork, don't do the ham

Homie just came up again

How you gon' brag bout that band when you ran off on your mans

If I wasn't rapping baby I bet you'd still be a fan