Intro

He been dissing me for clout his career still ain't come back yet
Seventy five M's on one tape, bitch where my plaque at?
I don't like to diss often, I don't make no rap threats
I'd rather show them good and well before I act bad

Forty-five in my book bag, that was back in math class
Used to cheat on all the pretty girls cause I was bad at math
Used to cheat on all the pretty girls cause one had did me bad
I'm the hood Bieber serving baby like somebody dad

I call lil bro tell him make sure I ain't on speakerphone
Nowadays they only call my cell when they need a loan
Missing calls from three I'm on the PJ, tryna tell him speed home
Made a song bout shooting schools up and that's what put my people on

Ah, It's crazy, ain't it? I look good with paper, ain't it?
On that stage feel like the whole world in my favor, ain't it?
I beat the odds, no one around here made it
They supposed to nineteen keep that that nineteen on them

Make your dumb ass face the pavement
Blood snitched on his zone cousin that right there a family statement
Jake all in my phone, going troll, talm bout why he gravy
Don't ask me why I wet em up, this dirty Glock ain't never bathing

Keep a cane near but I ain't never been a raisin
Ain't let the fame change me, I don't even be acting famous
7-6-2 pop out of the mic, on Drake and leave ya brain lit
Your brother died, he ain't even do nothing but cry, we ain't on the same shit

Ah, ah, yeah, ah, we ain't on the same time
Two watches on, them bitches don't even got the same time
30 shots up in this four-five, the Glock, got hangtime
You can see this bitch just poke out and they still don't pat me down

Ah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, nah
Your bitch can lie all she want and that hoe still getting passed around
Ah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah
And we ain't sparing nothing, catch lil bro he getting smacked around