END OF A ERA (feat. Nuk5)

You Ain’t gone see me wit no **** who ain’t gone get in that car

For this shit wit building up **** a tear you apart

Bitches callin me for shit I’m busy callin my car

I’m so deep off in the mud I can see in dark

You gone have to go to hell to find a **** this hard

If it’s a heaven for a thug I’m in that bitch on the yard

The type to sacrifice the queen to win the game with the pawns

They harass me at the airport like I came wit a bomb

If I take you round the guys you **** wouldn’t survive

They only hating cause they broke nobody pay em no mind

I’m da don Fenkell shon bitch compare me to god

I’m tryna spend my rap check on putting **** in skies

On dirt rather

Neck show the work ethic

I’m the type of pimpin feed a down bitch purse fetish

Get a bag put it in her send her I make her peddle

Only reason **** fuck wit yall cause they don’t know better

Cheated death got me appreciating life

Turnt my first deal down it wouldn’t abbreviated right

Gazelz running wild out here speaking for the lions

This the the type of preaching have you **** on a diet

Be quiet

Shhhhhhhh

Be quiet ****

Be quiet

Shhhhhhhhh

Shut the fuck up ****

Shut up

20 thousand dollar bed I use to sleep on the flo

I get on you **** ass till you say leave me alone

I’m da orphan of the trenches **** speak for the hoes

You tell em everythang else go head and tell em you bold

Heard it’s money on my head well tell them **** come on

And if the streets dead **** I’m suppose to be gone

Before I ever take the stand Ia stand in the cold

They can’t give a **** flowers so the Cuban in Rose

I keep walk-in on these bitch ass **** they still hatin

I’m talkin from the top of the house and you feel basement

Boxing wit the **** I love we kill strangers

I don’t need a knife or a gun I’m still dangerous

**** wearing lab stones don’t surprise me at all

Boy what happen to yo budget go give ghazi a call

I’m so mutherfuckin raw all I need is some draws

They don’t understand my language cause I’m speaking in dawg

Who the fuck man who the fuck gave em permission to talk

I’m tryna find his ass so I can leave his shit on the wall

They tryna black ball a **** but this shit in the cards yeah we all bleed the same but the difference is heart

Orphan

Shhhhhhhhhhh

quiet ****

Shhhhhhhhhhh

A p let these **** know something

I’m the type to buy 2 f’s just to split em apart

Wanna know where real money at come get in the car

A **** say he riding on me till I put em in park

I’m takeout these **** dine in they tipping the narcs

These **** pussy foot in they ain’t got no love for the set

Like Brody pat him down he prolly got a bug on his chest

MDs I sell dawg I greedy as it get

I put fourty one inside this Drake i he Fenkell den a bitch

I swear I got that hustle bad I sneaked and made a dub if you ain’t never had a talk wit me who speaking for the bloods

Sex money murder start off ten on every hat Brody Pimpin shit Foreal he on a bitch like Bernie Mac

I’m to third in these streets I ain’t receiving backlash

I’m gone be the one to feed my wolves just like ant man

I play the trenches so much they don’t think that I got rap fans

Bitch just watch me dance around this brick like it’s lap dance