Sum To Say

I'm in the booth right now wylin

With two houses around my neck

I remember bagging product, moving 2 oz off the step

I'm a real war lord, bitch I'm a problem in the jecks

He ain't like me, he got icey

Lil bro robbed him for his neck

I built an Empire ****, fuck an EMPIRE check

He sent diss after diss

Then got sent to his death

They like papi keep it quiet

We in the street we steady wylin'

I'm with the 6's what's the problem?

He moving funny, brodie shot him

I got an album release party

I'm high off percs, I got my 40

I had an interview, it was late as shit

They didn't want to let the gang in

If they can't come then I ain't doing it

We move as one **** we a unit

My phone ringing back to back

Flat to the water it put me back

I had a shooting at my show

So my bookings kinda slow

I been blew my advance, bitch I'm back to moving dope

My mama begging me to change, I'm telling her this all I know

Bitch I'm Ali against the ropes

Buss down cubans these ain't ropes

I'm steady ducking from parole

Cuz facetime show another pole

Put money on an opps head

It keep up until they gone

**** I'm god on my block

Ain't no **** finna try me

Don't give a fuck about no deal, I'll catch a motherfuckin homi'

Street **** with bad credit

You front me then yo ass debted

Called to God in his last second

Stood over him and meet your brethren

Who the fuck want war with us, check the score we 40 up

Shorty slide through scorching something

Stick on him long as a bus

Cuz riding right or wrong

I had my mind made all along

I clench my fire when I'm alone

Throwback a yerc, get in that mode

I'm on stage to the show kit

Bitch bet not play and meet the glic

It's residue on my Amiris, I'm a dope boy clearly

60k for my EP I wish BK could put it on

Yeah **** dodge you, you ain't do shit you hit the booth and made a song

My brother flatline, I lost my mind

Spunt all night til somebody died

Stop me when I'm fucking lying

Wherever you catch him, open fire

My sister say she pray for me for what?

I got a drake with me ain't no **** gon play with me

Lil cuz'll take the face from me

Auntie knocking hard as shit

I know she got some pape for me

Cuz a real deal roller, 60 he'll go ape for me

I grew up in the war zone

Police don't spin the block like that

You playing in the wrong zone, most **** get shot like that

My daddy was a drug lord, they respect me on this block for that

He did a hit for free so I put him in the mob for that

This glock'll turn into a fucking drake when I push the button

Amiri pockets stuffed bitch this shit look like Rubben Studdard

Way before I seen a rap check, I was moving butter

Cuz don't know shit 'bout no grass but could use the cutter

Squinting hard as shit, looking through the glass, that's an undercover

You know pap can't be trusted, boy a shiesty lil muhfucker

He been hiding, we on his ass

I dropped a bag on ya baby brother

Move my mama out to the burbs, she ain't gotta ask for nothing

My lil brother facetime me he say mommy say you got a bag of money

I pull up to the crib with the roll and get to passing 20's

My bitch bad had to give her ass a big bag of 50's

Smoking with my mom she like 'Damn boy, where you get this?'

Gumbo that I'm smoking on strong like LA Fitness

Broski always got that shiesty on won't leave a witness

War plus mode, bitch I'm gone like it's a stick shift

556 bullets long will flip a big bitch

Rapping about killing in them songs ain't never hit shit

I stood on my block, moving zones I really flipped shit

I could rap about heroin all day, I really did this

**** from the other side see me start dropping fed tips

**** once its up then its stuck you know I don't dead shit

Auntie, if you ain't got the money get the fuck on head with that shit

My bitch text my phone long as fuck I text back, 'that's it'

The rent two thousand times three bitch that cost my fit

Crackers at that label got me fucked up I gotta talk my shit

Threw a meeting at Brooklyn chop house I don't even eat that shit

Seven hundred dollars worth a tris, you could keep that shit

House so fucking big I get bored, ready to leave this bitch

Ask me for the time. I might go blind I can't even see in this shit

Cartiers on my motherfucking face can't even see in this shit

Way before so icey I was cold I'll freeze in your bitch

Ain't sign to 1017 and I ain't signing to P and them ****

I betted on myself, I'ma have more money than all 3 of them ****

I named my drake S Dot Go I sweep me a ****

Robbed a **** from my city with no gun he a sweet lil ****

You mad your bitch always call you a bum you a cheap lil ****

You not pat, the top dog bitch I'm back

I'm balling like Lebron dad

I came from selling heroin slabs

I know them **** your big bros they dead now they all gas

**** check the stat sheet

We cut through the back street

Body bags and black sheets

Back to back we sliding

Even though we whacked one last week

Them **** ain't healed yet

They ain't even get in the field yet

Crackers want me out in Cali

Fuck imma do in The Valley?

I be a real block ****

Heroin dealer, pot whipper

Going out like Rah Digga

Go to sleep clenching my pole

Imma be tryna cleanse my soul

Paranoid when I hear the door

I'm the shit when I hit the stove

Add the water and spin some more

Them **** sharing chains

Papi ball like Major Payne

Lil mobster brought the tommy with me

Nappy ass braids shooting a drake you'll think Kwame with me

I seen my man I gotta get him

Know I don't do no politicking

I'll take whatever come with him

That's my dog I'm riding with him

If you don't know him mind your business

Im the type of **** get in your bushes

You the type of **** kill over pussy

Pay me close he don't know I'll book him

**** know how the fuck im coming

Real war lord I run the jungle

I jump out leave the engine running

All I know is get some money

My brother asks me who is Marlowe, don't worry about it you don't wanna know

My mama wanna pray with me she said she had a bad dream

She better know it stay with me so I don't know what that mean

I ask her what do praying mean, how you talk to a **** you never seen

She said it's all what you believe so hold on auntie calling

She asked me when I'm coming back

I never even responded back

Only thing I think is money

I don't miss a beat, auntie i'm coming

My fans want a new album, my daughter think I move mountains

I gotta find a new accountant

I'm signed but I'm still robbing

Everyday is new problems

I just make it look good

Brodie can't sell dope, but he know how to cook good

I don't live in the hood, I moved to the wish a **** woods

They sitting at home broke as shit, wishing that a **** could

They got me booked for a tour, will I go? Not really sure

Cause I'll put all that shit pause **** act like they wont go to war

Your cousin went to the corner store he never left the corner store

Cost 50 to buy a casket, I put 60 on my audemar

I'm back in Miami catch body after body they won't call it off

I clench my glock in my baby mama house dropping my daughter off

**** want the recipe, they even try to dress like me

You can't buss up your neck like me

You can't fuck up a check like me

The top dog, I'm not a goat

Neck look like kaleidoscope

Papi sold a lot of dope

Stop and shop, you gotta go