Middle Fingers

Too many blue faces on me I ain't got no feelings I'm kicking her out I ain't got no ceilings Glass roof on my house They ducking these bullets That goose got a sound Couldn't get paid the hour I got paid by the ounce Cashed out on my water It's laking and ponding These guns keep on clapping Ovation turned riot I just bought a k And I can't wait to fire it Why they keep lying Know they ain't gone These b****s blind They just need God Beam on the nine Shoot at your mind I kept it silent, silent like mines Came from a block Where they doing the crime Now they doing time Some ni***as dropped dime Ain gone lie I'm not doing fine I guess I done overdose Too many times I think they done stole the flow Too many times Somewhere in time I lost my mind I Live on a cloud GCP This the finest Ima trend setter My b****h is the Topic In rixh4eva lil Axt time is now So much water on my neck You can shower So much water on my wrist It can drown you So much reefer in this leaf It's the loudest N****as Been running they mouth Telling on gang They should get hit Real ones ain't fold They took they bid Loyalty changed These n****as gone switch I'm rixh4eva my name Axtavist Bentley all red and it came with The kit GLE truck make dem doors Disappear I'm in this B***ch you know this Our year T-dog came home to a band We the MOB fold him like a can Free Lil Boosie he ain't going for Nun Hit up skooly get a hook or some Heard he telling read his book for Some Don't smell me we can hook for Some Go MaYweather with them hooks For some Rock em now he know what's Cooking up No madden watch me bullet boy Hitstick him now he shooken up Stick whipped now he pussied up I'm from Bleveland Ain no rookie Stick ready talking about pushing Up Pockets swole doing push up on Me Can't expose me you can look up On me Lay on a nigga bushes floor him Hit em the head watch it bust Guaranteed all my niggas bust Ain't no back and forth we don't Fuss Just hit em up like Tupac boy Cali drugs know I am the plug Biggie smalls know my pockets Stuff Pull up put them birds in the Trunks Then we disappear like vroom Get em up outta there 40 leave his a** on the ground Like a rock Put em in a rocking chair Yeen from Cleveland n**gga Wan roc n***a need to stop Ni**a need to stop You ain't on the block Had grams in my socks I'm at the top but I'm from the Bottom no Lil Axt at the top Ya. you dig you dig you dig you dig you dig you Dig you dig you dig I dig I dig I dig I dig I dig Shoot at his wig pop him like sig Hope our that civic bells of the Midget Smoking on gas we bout our cash Boy wat you say J. Cole I dig Ya... I just poured somethin' in my cup I've been wantin' somethin' I can Feel Promise I am never lettin' up Money in your palm don't make You real Foot is on they neck, I got 'em Stuck I'ma give 'em somethin' they can Feel If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't Give a fuck Pistol in your hand don't make you Real