Once was a broke little nigga
With a hope for the summer
We was cold in the winter
All alone with my mumma
Didn’t know what’s for dinner
So I flow with a hunger
Getting low like a sinner on fire
Was an unknown little killer
Like they don’t know who done it
And I’m gone ‘fore they figure
Hella coke when I wanted
I was so full of liquor
What I wrote I’m becoming
And it’s dope when I give ‘em one line
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
Swear this ‘il benefit us both
When ya least expect it
I went and did the most
Though I been against the ropes
Like you finna hit the goat
But you rent a center niggas
Never finish what you owe
Float like Ali, feel it in my toes
Gone get an IV, give it to my foes
Nobody likes me
Cuz nobody’s like me
You hoes wanna sightsee
I hit ‘em with the pose
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
Ball like a hand full of dollars
In the land of the free
Make a man wanna holler
I’m demanding a fee
That the fam will acknowledge
Like a ransom for me
That’s a band for ya problems
Like oh
Say it six times then you got it
Like woah
Take a sick mind full of garbage
Like no
Ain’t no if I’m sort of solid
I know
Made an enzyme for the riders
Like go
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros
I make hitters wanna fold
I say cons can’t get it from the pros