Go against me, your odds is low
I don't even got no opps for real
Nigga, just give me my props for real
I done did everything, I'm 'bout to chill
Count the mills in cribs on top of hills
Mad chips, cash rich, my stash thick, I'm Dr. Phil
Stash thick, I'm Steve Harvey
Bad bitch, two friends, hat trick, caught three bodies
And tell 'em to go like they E-40, uh
[Chorus]
Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Tiptoein' through the slums, duckin' a hundred-round drum
I took my lumps way out in Cumberland, niggas ain't hunt where I hunt
Shit, I'm up, stomach still rumblin', niggas ain't done what I done
Nigga don't want no smoke with me, I'm one of them ones
Hop on a song with whoever, I ain't duckin' no one-on-ones
Ayy, pull up the track, I'm 'bout to black, I'm goin' on a whole 'nother run
[Interlude]
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
Uh
[Verse 2]
So much drama on the street, feel like the beef is random
Murder galore, turn into Thor, I gotta keep a hammer
Case weather get inclement, shots rain on the innocent, the neighbors still don't know who sent them shits, it's like a secret Santa
Me, I'm out here reachin' for a higher frequency, I plan to
Rest my feet in presidential suites or sleep in beach cabanas