[EST DeMike:] Ayy, who dat? John Gotitt (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, what you know 'bout trappin' out them late nights? What you know 'bout staking out on wolves and not the great wives? I done been too deep inside of shit where I couldn't think right Bullets numb my body, I don't feel nun' Bullets hit your partner, why you leave him? Still ain't killed nun' Laid up in the hospital, a couple niggas came for me Niggas mention me, really infamous Crazy to think them niggas been our factors Ain't try to hit on none of them niggas backwards Suppliers, they ain't have it Been balling a whole season, niggas ball out for a quarter Can't bite the hand that feeds you and my hands gave you them Porsche's Hard head but my money long, call me once he dead At night, I had sawn nobody gone I came fast, can't talk your sweat, now sit your buddy home Made a nigga rich just off a flip phone Niggas can't get picky out the streets ain't touched a hunnid loans Nah, I ain't never scrappin', my mama knew I been a demon We can take it there I'm doing no evil Know my people's ain't gon' make it further They ain't killing teddy bear, nah, I ain't never scared Nah, I ain't never scared My mama knew I been a demon, we can take it there
[EST Gee:] I'm tryna' make it hurt I should sell some shirts 'cause all my murders merch Youngin turnt, . 55 and I throw seats like John Kirk He kept it real later but lied first, I told him ''Find dirt'' I find a church, when I stay alive, when that iron burst My eyes hurt, stalking these lil' niggas, chrome offensive Guess I scared them niggas blocked me from they doors and pictures And you know what's the issue I ain't get nothing that get you I'm tryna' make it tense you I can't sit and think about who diss who I'm a real street nigga, these artists is artificial And it's up with whoever ain't no pick-n-choose to pick through And know lil' bro want rap for mine, want bodies on his pistol And know if I don't catch you it's gon' fall back on your nephew Fast, put that switchie on his ass like he got curfew Crash, brains all over the dash, I'm staying six-two And I ain't never hate her, he ain't laced but, shit, a bitch do I heard he had a buzz, caught him knocked out his potential, nigga
You know how a nigga be buzzin' a little bit? Niggas be getting a little bit of attention and shit, then he die There's a lot of that goin' on It's like that, get yo' face hit Burr