In 4 - NoCap

This mornin', I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my Glock off the hotel stand

Shot my mama a text, «Thanks for makin' me a man»

I stopped by Dillard’s, grabbed a pack of Polo t-shirts

They were slim fit, I got a slim bitch

But that ain’t my bitch, don’t even know why I mentioned this

Then I hit up John Popi, got a zip of biscotti

They painted up my billboard, they did some hella climbin'

Got me back and forth to court 'bout somethin' I want behind me

The opps, they know where I’m at, but they won’t come and find me

The opps, they know where I’m at, it ain’t like I’m hidin'

I tried to spare 'em, tried to look over the biggest shit

If I put down my remote, then Lil Joe gon' click

Tie him up on speakerphone, let his mama hear it

I’ll kill his whole crew and still be on some humble shit

And I get fly as hell especially in an orange fit

These niggas must die and I ain’t talkin' armpits

And I need y’all to stop comparin' me, your favorite rapper flow from me

These rappers not approachin' me but I hear that it’s smoke with me

But tell them if they want to kill me (Ayy)

Tell them that it won’t be easy

I ride with Drakes like I’m Lil Weezy

And I still feel like somethin' missing

I’m forever reppin' 16

They ain’t got no problem with riskin' life for me

I shine with no problem, that’s why they really hate me

«More money, more problems» prolly the realest statement

I just talked to Lil Durk, it was 'bout real estate

I want a lil' more paper but rappin' got me straight

Everything ain’t good, I still wanna see better days

Disrespect the dead, seen burnt flowers on Fred grave

And I could never respond, they blow up what I say

I seen death around the corner and went the other way

They ain’t picture me comin', in my dreams I see me runnin' up on them

With the stick, box him right in the corner I ain’t talkin' McGregor

I just checked a hundred racks on my schedule

Hate, I ain’t responding now, you niggas can’t even get to my level

I already fucked the bitch way before I even had met her

I just got in the game, they watched me go put flawless on metal

Ayy, really ride with 9's, I don’t pretend

Ayy, I just bought Versace just to sleep in

Ayy, your dead homie’s somethin' I don’t know about

But if his killer go to jail, I’m tryna bond him out

Might have some babies in your crib 'cause we gon' come inside

We want your casket closed so all we know is open fire (Ayy)

Slim left, that’s why I tote this gun on my right hip

If he hops, death be comin' right behind him like an ad-lib

You gon' have to fake your death, I’m tellin' you, for real, it’s gon' get that

real

It’s so easy to lose like car keys

Ended my night with red and RP’s at the studio

I’m happy that I got a soul that I ain’t never sold

Havin' sex with hoes who wouldn’t fuck me like a year ago

I’m dressin' rich, but the inside of me still broke

Know I’m a rapper, still got niggas I’d kill for

Get real high, I get booted up like steel toes

I’m in too, thought I’d give you some of this info

Know you want some, tell me, nigga, what you in for?