SHARINGAN

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Id man, twenty faces, call him Sharingan

Eighty-one Chevy blues, call me Megatron

She black as hell, my bitch bundles straight from Lebanon

To bounce back was selling clothes, I ain't sell the 9

Shout out God, he sent the route and what to do with it

My main focus never being like you ****

Exotic Fanta, Easter pink, it's a deuce in it

I hit up Gucci, got a fit, and got the shoes with it

You fuck with me, stream my shit or buy a ringtone

I don't need no money, talk on my real phone

Even when my chain at the crib, brody inked on

My old bitch got a lame **** with some cheap bows

I done slipped once, I gotta kill you if you reach close

$ dropped a fifty, Eric Block, that's for each post

Brody want a hundred a G, I said to each his own

I'ma get the same shit off twenty-seven phones

Best time to hit a town and scorch it when the road Wet

Young as hell, jumped off the porch, fuck them four steps

I be listening when she speak, Cuz granny know best

A lot of mission with the bros, we all made it back

It's fucked up, Brody died for we could win for real

I ride by, his old block and get the chills for real

They kicked the door, brody changed, pray, he didn't squealed

My dream whip, rari fast, horses in the wheel

My life crazy, tryna change it, but it's how I live

I lost Ducie for three summers, signed that shit on sigs

Dumb bitch think she the catch, I caught a bigger fish

My point to rap, retired the fam, Not a freshman list

I lost it all, stood tall and got a bigger check

Done rappin, bought it, we had sixty bitches in that track

First day bro, got it out in traffic, almost flipped the scat

I sell it lower, sell it faster, think Ace Boogie back

They can't fuck wit, baby, bro he blow his fully fast

Every time we see them lights, we do the dash

Pink 10 V cuts, shit, pack of Skittles

Brody made his first ten, I had to match it with him

I'll never leave my brothers, got a real bond

Kill a **** if he ever cross the gun line

Fuck the storm, probably press until it's sunshine

Jug ****, selling Don like it's moonshine

My ID man, fifty faces, gotta sharingan

You be telling all your sauce, but I ain't sharing mine

Yo raps suck, you ain't turnt, get some better lines

My head called me in a panic, I'ma clear the lines

Explosive tip, A.R.P.Z., shoot a real bomb

Feel like Mattera, dropped the world on em two times

Most my haters wake up cappin', hit the booth lying

Type of **** in the eighties woulda shoe shined

Got some bitches, twenty shots and a few limes

I left the trouble in the past, I can't waste time