There be just a young man that be asked, I, why am I a Rasta man?

**** know this a whole lot of Bleeda shit (Mercy Beatz, ****)

Many people see I, many people ask, why am I a Rasta man?

No real Rasta (Better choose now, pussy), you know?

And them bitches still providin' (I'm tryna find Rico; who the fuck is Rico?), you know, pure rock

You'll stink

Ya heard me?

You know, a Bleeda situation you get caught in, all you gon' do is bleed

You know this switch a situation, I don't need a **** seein' my shit, you ain't no fuckin' stepper, lil' boy

Get off my dick, whole lot of Bleeda shit, look

Ol' dick-ridin' (Many people see I, many people ask), dick-hoppin' ass ****

I'ma bleed ya, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

This the shit in the song (Many people see I, many people ask), watch me knock your dome loose

Treat you just like a bitch and, ****, open-palm you (Why am I a Rasta?)

Like, for real, I got skills, tell me what it is

Late night, I'm rollin', loaded, I'm with my partner, full of pills

Get in the way and watch ya die, fuck how a **** feel

Stupid-bitch fucked 'round and got jacked, bro, get him out his gear

Walk down with that switch attached, that blatt what they ain't tryna hear (Many people see I, many people ask)

.38 so fuckin' loud (Why am I a Rasta man?), you might wan' hold your ear

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Many people see I, many people ask, why am I a Rasta man?)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em

Uh, step on you, I'll rep on 'nem

Ain't no helpin' 'nem

Step on you

Fuck all of that

I be 'bove the rim

Out my fuckin' noggin', chopper poppin' at ya posse, have 'em runnin', duckin', dodgin', they want me to stop the violence

Well, tell that bitch stop all that hollerin'

Fuck that, matter of fact, I got it

Boom, blam (Down the street in Scotland, moment of silence)

Ol' dick-ridin' (Many people see I, many people ask), dick-hoppin' ass ****

I'ma bleed ya, bitch, you better keep your pistol on you (Why am I a Rasta man?)

This the shit in the song (Many people see I, many people ask), watch me knock your dome loose

Treat you just like a bitch and, ****, open-palm you (Why am I a Rasta?)

Like, for real, I got skills, tell me what it is

Late night, I'm rollin', loaded, I'm with my partner, full of pills

Get in the way and watch ya die, fuck how a **** feel

Stupid-bitch fucked 'round and got jacked, bro, get him out his gear

Walk down with that switch attached, that blatt what they ain't tryna hear (Many people see I, many people ask)

.38 so fuckin' loud (Why am I a Rasta man?), you might wan' hold your ear

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em (Many people see I, many people ask, why am I a Rasta man?)

We get the call, push up, we ballin' 'nem soon as we see 'em

Uh, uh (There be just a young man that be asked, I, why am I a Rasta man?), we pop the trunk, mm

Baow, leave him in that bitch

Big-ass chopper, I won't miss with this, they tryna put me in the fishin' net (Many people see I, many people ask)

But I'm too raw for that (For that, why am I a Rasta man?)

He crossed the gun line and got a tombstone for crossin' that

Let off eighty-four by myself

It ain't no fuckin' Randy Moss from me

I be on that hawkin' shit, catch him slippin', baow, lil' bitch (Uh-huh)

Who you want? All of 'em

You on this car, follow 'em

'Til we pull up and handle business, and kill all of 'em (Look, look)

I'm 'bout my chicken, 'bout my revenue (Many people see I, many people ask)

Blow your fuckin' face, I thought I told your stupid ass, "Don't move" (Why am I a Rasta man?)

I be with them goons behind them murders while we smokin' shroom (Many people see I, many people ask)

Catch your flunky and sweep his ass (Why am I a Rasta man?, huh, huh), he was slow, couldn't jump the broom

Who want nothin' but hats?

Bro come in through the front, I come in through the back

Clutchin' a stick with that Micro, bitch, the first thing I see, ****-ass gettin' whacked

She lay on a cookie, like, 'cause she brownin' on this blatt (Huh)

SRT on the back of my gat

Front row squeeze, you hear that blatt (Hear that blatt)

(Many people see I, many people ask) Like, you know

(Mercy Beatz, ****) You get caught in a Bleeda situation (Why am I a Rasta man?)

All you gon' do is bleed (Better choose now, pussy)

You gon' bleed (Many people see I, many people ask)

(I'm tryna find Rico; who the fuck is Rico?), hrr

Huh? Hold up (Why am I a Rasta man?)

Stomp it

You know, you catch a ****, you heard me?

You catch a **** fumblin', you heard me? Lil' dude, what you doin'?

Ayy, look, let me show you how to creep up, walk down

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