I was just riding in back of rolls with Birdman down biscayne

He don’t fuck with me no more I guess shit change

I was just living in condos like a rich mane

Now I’m back in the trap thank god I got a wrist game

Me and blood karate chop the bricks like Bruce Lee or the ip man

He the one that gottem tho I’m just the middleman

Crack pills weed dope get 4 for 4 like a biggie bag

These **** talk that murder talk but they ain’t never kill a man

My mama called said fuck that video **** you still a man

Got 5 boys who look up to me like daddy you still the man

Misery loves company I guess that’s why these **** mad

They think this the Indy 500 they wanna see me crash

Just like a float at Mardi Gras these **** can’t wait to see me pass

A lot of people I loved flipped on me but I figured that

Switched sides when shit went bad but when the smoke clear ain’t so switching back

Remember dat

I’m on the bloody nickel all the smokers tryna get a blast

I give it to em I guess that’s my way of giving back

**** can call me what they want but I never been a bitch or rat

I never seen so many pose to be real **** worry bout where another **** dick been at

I’m sicka that soon as the 40 snap back it’s knocking off ya fitted hat

And this ain’t no rap cap I’m really living like dat

Ain’t worried bout no **** tryna find new cities to move this ice at

Big shards stuffed in sandwich bags look like ice packs

Big rod if you try to talk me down on prices

I walk in rooms **** get quiet ima giant

Don’t want the work up on consignment ima buy it

Self made **** with morals you should try it

You can have all the money in the world but couldn’t buy me

All these no name **** with opinions that shit surprising

Record label tryna blackball they see me rising

I get caught with another

The feds gon fry me

Jumped in dat water head first you know im diving

 

I was just riding in back of rolls with Birdman down biscayne

He don’t fuck with me no more I guess shit change

I was just living in condos like a rich mane

Now I’m back in the trap thank god I got a wrist game

Me and blood karate chop the bricks like Bruce Lee or the ip man

He the one that gottem tho I’m just the middleman

Crack pills weed dope get 4 for 4 like a biggie bag

These **** talk that murder talk but they ain’t never kill a man

My mama called said fuck that video **** you still a man

Got 5 boys who look up to me like daddy you still the man

Misery loves company I guess that’s why these **** mad

They think this the Indy 500 they wanna see me crash

Just like a float at Mardi Gras these **** can’t wait to see me pass

A lot of people I loved flipped on me but I figured that

Switched sides when shit went bad but when the smoke clear ain’t so switching back

Remember dat

I’m on the bloody nickel all the smokers tryna get a blast

I give it to em I guess that’s my way of giving back

**** can call me what they want but I never been a bitch or rat

I never seen so many pose to be real **** worry bout where another **** dick been at

I’m sicka that soon as the 40 snap back it’s knocking off ya fitted hat

And this ain’t no rap cap I’m really living like dat

Ain’t worried bout no **** tryna find new cities to move this ice at

Big shards stuffed in sandwich bags look like ice packs

Big rod if you try to talk me down on prices

I walk in rooms **** get quiet ima giant

Don’t want the work up on consignment ima buy it

Self made **** with morals you should try it

You can have all the money in the world but couldn’t buy me

All these no name **** with opinions that shit surprising

Record label tryna blackball they see me rising

I get caught with another

The feds gon fry me

Jumped in dat water head first you know im diving

 

I was just riding in back of rolls with Birdman down biscayne

He don’t fuck with me no more I guess shit change

I was just living in condos like a rich mane

Now I’m back in the trap thank god I got a wrist game

Me and blood karate chop the bricks like Bruce Lee or the ip man

He the one that gottem tho I’m just the middleman

Crack pills weed dope get 4 for 4 like a biggie bag

These **** talk that murder talk but they ain’t never kill a man

My mama called said fuck that video **** you still a man

Got 5 boys who look up to me like daddy you still the man

Misery loves company I guess that’s why these **** mad

They think this the Indy 500 they wanna see me crash

Just like a float at Mardi Gras these **** can’t wait to see me pass

A lot of people I loved flipped on me but I figured that

Switched sides when shit went bad but when the smoke clear ain’t so switching back

Remember dat

I’m on the bloody nickel all the smokers tryna get a blast

I give it to em I guess that’s my way of giving back

**** can call me what they want but I never been a bitch or rat

I never seen so many pose to be real **** worry bout where another **** dick been at

I’m sicka that soon as the 40 snap back it’s knocking off ya fitted hat

And this ain’t no rap cap I’m really living like dat

Ain’t worried bout no **** tryna find new cities to move this ice at

Big shards stuffed in sandwich bags look like ice packs

Big rod if you try to talk me down on prices

I walk in rooms **** get quiet ima giant

Don’t want the work up on consignment ima buy it

Self made **** with morals you should try it

You can have all the money in the world but couldn’t buy me

All these no name **** with opinions that shit surprising

Record label tryna blackball they see me rising

I get caught with another

The feds gon fry me

Jumped in dat water head first you know im diving