Make room on my plate
I just said my grace
and then I ate
got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets
and my face
Okay let's have a debate
we talking 'bout popping
I promise
I'm feeling a way
I took the bodies
up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep
and they still in the way
I know some
lil' ni**as got baptized
trap guys
they can't put
the drillin' away
Had to part ways
with the sad vibes, bad guy
you might be
a villain today
Ask God
why I didn't get a answer?
Why I lose
my brother to bullets?
Why I lose
my grandma to cancer?
Why me God? I need answers
Why young ni**as
straight out Atlanta?
Why the judge
and the cops tryna jam us?
Why I keep getting
all of these chances?
Why me God? I need answers
Speak your mind
and you might get cancelled
Pinky ring and
it cost me a phantom
whack the witness
the evidence tampered
Dirty money
the safe is the hamper
yeah my b**ch she a star
and I stamped her
P.E. Jordan three
that's a sampler
I don't wanna do it
but I gotta do it
gotta kill you ni**a
if it's me or you
He got fire
I got fire ni**a, lighter fluid
got away from the haters
say "Hallelujah"
S**t be crazy, this s**t
be the closest to you
It's okay 'cause
they know that
I come to do it
hold your V up for Virgil
exclusive Louis
B**ches geeking
and tweaking, I hit a U
wrist is hitting and glistening
this s**t a movie
if it's smoke at the door
then I'm tending to it
Watch when I step
Murakami my belt
Angel on my shoulder
but the devil on the left
I got a mill'
not a mill' for my shelf
I do it alone, I own myself
Ni**a stay home
'fore your dome get left
ni**as playing dirty
hit below my belt
Imma get the bag
do the show myself
do that s**t again
I had to show myself
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace
and then I ate
got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets
and my face
Okay let's have a debate
we talking 'bout popping
I promise
I'm feeling a way
I took the bodies
up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep
and they still in the way
I filled up the crib
with cars, the halls
with all and all
I'm still having space
Got a particular taste
picky eater, I guess
but I'm still stuffing my face
She got a natural wrap
like a natural do
like the blunt
she don't like
that s**t laced
I was outside
of the building
I'm owning the spot
want a B
then you gotta have faith
I'm in a meditate state
ever since we lost bro
ain't really
much more I can take
I pop a ten when it's late
momma told me to pray
I do that
'cause you know I can't play
We flip the feeling for real
We got the rides in the back
but you know we ain't
come here to play
You be up playing the stakes
I been up playin' abroad
with broads and mates
Make room on my plate
I just said my grace
and then I ate
got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets
and my face
Okay let's have a debate
we talking 'bout popping
I promise
I'm feeling a way
I took the bodies
up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep
and they still in the way