[ Featuring Ism ]
Hit OMG when u need work
I Ran up da money my feet hurt
Start that bullshit if u wanna my nigga
Yo ass gon end up on a t-shirt
Niggas sleep on me like 3 percs
Dis off the top I dont rehearse
Style aint free I dont freestyle
So I call this shit here a free verse
Bitch beggin me to come see her
But im blind like steve i dont see her
Im getting bread no wonder
These bitches be all on my weiner
This money get sent to the cleaners
No stanley but i keep the steamer
These hoes in love wit my demeanor
And they like that my name on a beamer
Aint no hook i keep goin and goin
Like a crook im up 4 in da morning
F*ck a book i aint reading im scheming
Im up late i been fighting my demons
Niggas hate me they hate that im breathing
F*ck the jakes when i say it i mean it
You a snake i aint slat i aint bleeding
Niggas fake they aint knowing the meaning
They be chasin the clout for real
They don't know what thats bout for real
I just be scopin shit out for real
I Barely open my mouth for real
12 dne ran up in my house for real
Niggas ran up in my house for real
Niggas got off wit my safe for real
But they aint check under my couch for real
Since i got shot i aint taking no losses
I move like a boss imma boss for real
Day ones tried to cross for real
Had to cut them niggas off for real
I couldve had them niggas offed for real
Niggas geekin man they off da pills
Niggas change like dollar bills
I made a change like obama for real
Im the realest nigga in it to win it
Stayed down from the f*cking beginning
Niggas changed like rights for women
I told them niggas goodbye good riddance
Tryna be like me these niggas my sons
Pussy nigga you are my dependent
You aint from the street
Better stay up out da streets lil nigga
Mind ya business
Niggas think shit sweet
Til their eyes dont blink
And they down six feet
Send em up shit creek
Niggas say they want beef
Dis shit get deep
Nigga you gone drown
Or get gunned down tryna run up on me
Cuz i run my town like Jay-Z in NYC
I was servin that brown
Gas came in started servin dat green
King of the underground
You'd think a young nigga knew Pimp C
I aint talkin bout Bun
Everybody in my city throwin up B's
Niggas think shit fun
Til somebody else gotta R.I.P
I told em hit OMG when u need work
I Ran up da money my feet hurt
Start that bullshit if u wanna my nigga
Yo ass gon end up on a t shirt
Niggas sleep on me like 3 percs
Dis off the top I dont rehearse
Style aint free I dont freestyle
So I call this shit here a free verse
Bitch beggin me to come see her
But im blind like steve i dont see her
Im getting bread no wonder
These bitches be all on my weiner
This money get sent to the cleaners
No stanley but i keep the steamer
These hoes in love wit my demeanor
And they like that my name on a beamer
