Intro - Tela

Man I’m tryin' to tell you, coming down that bellview

Leaned up, screened up

In search of the mean truth

Yeah I got this pimp ish in me and I got this memphis in me

Plus the fact that i’m cursed by remy and I couldn’t help that my father gave

me'

Good with my talking game, make some bitches stalk a man

Don’t speak on the gangsta man, won’t sleep if I chopped a man

Nah i gots to clear a nigga, I ain’t talking kill these niggas

But you got to feels me nigga give a brick that bill a nigga

Gots to mention critics who don’t listen but they pick and pigeon

Saying that I don’t apply myself and I can’t go distance

Trying to go as far but my mind don’t jar

Hoping my time don’t stop

Hoping you niggas don’t drop on my radar, but you will

Sometimes I think that you will ruin my career, The devil you is a lie

You ain’t gonna win up in here, If you’s a man

Hold your hands up cause I’m reaching you clear

Today I fully understand, I’m shedding so many tears

The children of this rap shit and I swear you molesters

No hits abandon ship, hangers drying on dressers

Yo they say we superstars when we falling who catch us?

Can’t you say God gave us callings and this music is a blessing

God surround me with 27 angels of protection

Grant me the realness, stay real project in any direction

As I strategize my moves watching my queen and they bishop

I don’t trust them nor they puns like I was wronged by they bishop

Yeah pat me down young nigga

You gone find this pistol

I don’t do it just for the bread

I love it, it’s official

Yeah nigga

Double dose nigga

Double dose