N!gga, I’m reaping what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I’m Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon ’til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever?
Okay, n!gga, let’s play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hundred thou’ like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about g*ns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, then hop online, like “Pray for my city”
He faking for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must’ve forgot the s*it that they done