Don't Condone

Yeah, R.I.P. to my **** Lil Yase

(Triangle Park)

(God damn, Caston)

Look

It's been a long time comin', been at it since B and Stunna (Yeah)

I went to war with Uno back when the pack was bustin' (Facts)

Fab drove the yellow bus to Antioch

Back when I was throwin' parties off G Street at sixteen

Back before me and Kiana became a thing

We was sellin' hard bars, G baby, Keanu Reeves

Livin' out my means, addicted to finer things

Designer dreams, but still take bitches to Fire Wings

I always knew my past circumstances would betray me (Yeah)

That's how I was rappin' and was movin' like I made it (Yeah)

I ain't had no money, just a pocket full of patience

I ain't had no plan, I just knew that I could make it (Come on)

Big shit, twenty got my wrist lit

Still ain't met a bitch with good head that got her lips did

I'ma get her lifted, hit, then get a Lyft sent

She won't get a Zelle, CashApp, or a gift sent

She could tell I get to the money, she got a sixth sense

I went on the Leakers in Buffs, I feel like Trick Trick

**** slept on me like I wasn't a legit lick

LeBron told the world I was next, I been the shit since

Countin' up this paper, I been feelin' like the number boy (Yeah)

Tell Craig Calman to crown me, yeah, I'm the coverboy

Honestly, I ain't really worried 'bout you other boys

Only **** I feel fuckin' with me is Loverboy

K Dot and Cole, Jay Rock and Hov

Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul

**** get some views and a chain and think they on

Wavin' guns in the video just to get killed at home

And your homeboy runnin' through your crib because you gone (Huh)

And your baby mama fuckin' this **** 'cause she alone (Yeah)

She got pictures with him and your son in her phone (Fuck)

Man, and he don't even treat him like his own (Treat him like his own)

Man, even the homies know he wrong (Wrong)

They don't do shit but rap about it in songs

Talk a good game, but never follow your own

**** love doin' the shit that they don't condone (Real shit)

I mean, y'all **** gotta catch up

This shit gettin' out of hand

One week they sayin', "Oh, he don't rap like a Bay ****, he don't sound like a Bay ****"

But a Bay **** out-rappin' the whole game right now, what's happenin'?

Don't run from rap, ****