| I’ve got them niggas who rolling them swishers |
| And none of them niggas they know how to act |
| If you fucking with me, I get gnarly |
| Drama get added then you get subtracted |
| I’ve got the only thing left I can give you |
| And that’ll be waiting on you in a casket |
| I be plottin lots of plottin' |
| (I been plotting, ohh) |
| I be scheming on the low |
| If it’s weekend, open season |
| (It's like lock and load) |
| Then Im freakin' with a glo |
| If you thinkin' tribe is weak |
| (Think them shots won’t go) |
| Then you can get it, we can go Might be faded, might be raging |
| (Bitch just watch me blow) |
| You may never. ever know |
| Young rap Morticia |
| No Bible, all scripture |
| Real shit, rap God |
| Your favourite rapper’s mortician |
| Nigga, I beats down dont get beats down |
| Freestyle over beats now |
| My wolves howl at the same moon |
| We from the same tribe, and I’m chief now |
| Running with leeches they sucking my energy |
| Fake in the mix, it just fuck up the chemistry |
| You ain’t no homie, hoe you ain’t no friend to me Sonning you niggas but still ain’t no kin to me How can you say that you really not feeling me |
| I’m in the nosebleeds, I’m where the ceiling be |
| I’m in the clouds, Im just chillin at Jesus feet |
| Rapping like «Lord they don’t know I’m the trilogy» |
| He like «my child, told you the steel is peace… |
| I walked on water and these hoes still dont believe |
| I gave em bread, gave em fish from the spoiled sea |
| I healed the sick and |
| They still put them thorns in me Thinking to myself like «Oh my God» |
| Got the crown got the thorns got all my scars |
| It’s my motherfucking world, got «All my stars» |
| My motherfucking wish, just don’t fall far |
| If you want it, then it’s never out of reach nigga |
| See everything I fucking have was once a dream nigga |
| We had to plot, we had to murk, we had to scheme nigga |
| We had to put on for the motherfucking team nigga |
| (I've got them) I’ve got them bitches who roll with them bitches and all of them bitches is tucked in the back |
| I’ve got them niggas who rolling them swishers |
| And none of them niggas they know how to act |
| If you fucking with me, I get gnarly |
| Drama get added then you get subtracted |
| I’ve got the only thing left I can give you |
| And that’ll be waiting on you in a casket |
| I be plottin lots of plottin' |
| (I been plotting, ohh) |
| I be scheming on the low |
| If it’s weekend, open season |
| (It's like lock and load) |
| Then Im freakin' with a glo |
| If you thinkin' tribe is weak |
| (Think them shots won’t go) |
| Then you can get it, we can go Might be faded, might be raging |
| (Bitch just watch me blow) |
| You may never. ever know |
| I done been a young unlucky motherfuckers since I came |
| I believe my only remedy’s the grave |
| I am in a white strait jacket locked and padded in my brain |
| And it feels like I’ve been stuck in here for ages |
| Nigga I am out of my mind |
| Broke outta my cages |
| Running in the woods on some runaway slave shit |
| Who the fuck think they can test me now? |
| Look far, look wide, I’m the best around |
| Nigga, got the game in my pocket |
| Plugged into my socket |
| Yeah, all eyes on me Nigga, I’ll ride around and 2Pac it Yo, I never really wanted to kill y’all niggas |
| But you gave me no option |
| If you want to try it, then cool by me |
| I’ll be customizing your coffin |
| Nobody cannot swim |
| Nobody can I cross it I have never been anything like the rest of them |
| I have always been the opposite |
| Yo I have never known any opponents |
| Because I have always made a mess of them, yo |
| I’m with the team to the death of me |
| Y’all jump sides like the Mexican |
| (I've got them) I’ve got them bitches who roll with them bitches and all of them bitches is tucked in the back |
| I’ve got them niggas who rolling them swishers |
| And none of them niggas they know how to act |
| If you fucking with me, I get gnarly |
| Drama get added then you get subtracted |
| I’ve got the only thing left I can give you |
| And that’ll be waiting on you in a casket |
| I be plottin lots of plottin' |
| (I been plotting, ohh) |
| I be scheming on the low |
| If it’s weekend, open season |
| (It's like lock and load) |
| Then Im freakin' with a glo |
| If you thinkin' tribe is weak |
| (Think them shots won’t go) |
| Then you can get it, we can go Might be faded, might be raging |
| (Bitch just watch me blow) |
| You may never. ever know |