We're not your little ****, like for real, all that big homie stuff, that's for little ****

Little **** have big homies. We're not little ****

So we don't even respect big homies. I know killer doesn't and for me

Look, I didn't want to tarnish the image I was holding, said fuck it and wrote it

You fraudulent **** attack me for showing the shit you don't show when you out in the public

Bumping my shit and then act you don't love it. **** gon' judge me for shit that I say

They gon' say tension is drifting away. Nah ****, this is demolition day

This bring me closer to God than you bitches that lie to your face

How do you feel when you look in the mirror? What do you see and refusing to hear

ICC church, y'all **** weird. Robbing God's people for all of them years

I know y'all casting them stones that you holding. Y'all got plenty of rocks in that totem

I don't give a fuck ****, go ahead and throw them bitch, go ahead and throw them

I'm catching fire for being the truth. You reveal nothing but know you do everything under the roof

Y'all is like roof, dawg is like roof don't think I'm talking to them lil ****

I want you to know that I'm talking to you. Why acting like this all of a sudden

Pump pump pump shit up like Joe Budden

Bring who you with, what do you run? You ain't legit, where is you from

Bring who you with, what do you run? You ain't legit, where is you from

Bring who you with, what do you run? You ain't legit, where is you from

Bring who you with, what do you run? You ain't a king bitch you is my son

4.30pm, driving to practice, pop bump in that CM

Number one stunner, you can't even see him

Bling bling on my neck, the shine cast away demons

**** say what? Not worried about dem

Pop pop pop pop pops on the phone

Cops baller blockin said get off the corner

None of y'all even know about the big O

Them big gold ties homie, get on your roll

You understand it's 400 degrees

Block is hot cause the lil BGs

That came out of juvenile ready to squeeze

Like squishmellow pillow, **** nah mean

Wake up, smell the coffee, let's keep it a bean

You know it's in me, my ****

You can't even fathom the shit that I bring

Y'all ain't fucking with me

Imagine the shit if I was keeping it G

But not about the violence, I'm keeping it P

Applying that pressure like pre-surgery

Call paramedics, the fucking aesthetic runs through till it bleeds

I was working round table, flipping the dough

Sending it out the door with a sprinkle of cheese

Y'all better check the motherfucking steez

**** would tell me Maze chill

No, chill for what? Who is this ****

That's how I feel listening to this, man

Like I want to respect you, but I can't