You good T-Minus
They been
countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets
I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names
I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice
and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin'
the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance
I'm back on my s**t
The Bentley is dirty
my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it
you all on my d**k
I'm all in my bag
this hard as it get
I do not snort powder
I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt
but I'm liable to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill
but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends
I love 'em to death
I got a few mil'
but not all of them rich
What good is the bread
if my n****s is broke
What good is first class
if my n****s can't sit
That's my next mission
that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron
get my n****s more chips
Just put the Rollie
right back on my wrist
This watch came
from Drizzy
he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game
was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends
cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with
a n***a for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper
it's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout
it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my
s**t ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you
my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause
some n***a
slid in my lane
Everything grows
it's destined to change
I love you lil' n****s
I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape
every dollar you can
I hope you know money
won't erase the pain
To the OGs
I'm thankin' you now
Was watchin' you
when you was
pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence
I mirrored your style
I studied the greats
I'm the greatest right now
F**k if you feel me
you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo
still made all that noise
This s**t gon' be different
I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that
hate out your voice
The Bentley is dirty
my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it
you all on my d**k
I just poured
somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin'
somethin' I can feel
Promise I am
never lettin' up
Money in your palm
don't make you real
Foot is on they neck
I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin'
they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad
don't give a f**k
Pistol in your hand...
Dead in the middle
of two generations
I'm little bro and big
bro all at once
Just left the lab with
young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and
meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with
the young n***a Kodak
Reminded me of young
n****s from 'Ville
Straight out the projects
no fakin' just honest
I wish that he had more
guidance for real
Too many n****s
in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays
inside of a cell
We coming from a long
bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas
Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters
the babies as well
We killing our brothers
they poisoned the well
Distorted self image
we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the
real gon' prevail n***a
I just poured
somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin'
somethin' I can feel
Promise I am
never lettin' up
Money in your palm
don't make you real
Foot is on they neck
I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin'
they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad
don't give a f**k
Pistol in your hand
don't make you real