9Side Bodmon

Uncle Daystar, I love you and I'll see you soon
Yeah

I'm doin' a [?], I'm doin' okay
And I don't hit the truck at two in the day
We hit with the rackets, we hit with the niggas, you know I do few in a day
I be bustin' the block with the Starbucks food [?] in the way

We talkin' bout 7, 62s in the choppers
'Cause all of my problems got two different case
And this shit amazin'
When I'm [?] the same shit

Drop the you and the M, it's some gang shit
Got a deuce in my pocket, I pull out a two
I'ma shoot up a few of a bank shit
This shit is dangerous
I got shooters to pull up a hang shit
I got weird bitches on some strang shit

Money talkin', you don't speak the language
What's a flag? You hot with no calluses
Niggas deckin' up the damages
All this shit, we go through the challenges
All the bitches, I go through this challenges

I ain't stabbin' for nothin'
I wake up on Saturday mornin' just checkin' the balances
I can't do no disguises
Just look at my baby boy eyes and I know what the time it is

I came on from some broke shit to a bust down
When I live, we say Touchdown!
Got the AP, face crushed down
She was frontin' on me, I'ma crush now
Got her runnin' through Walibu tix

[?] cars, all the new sneaks
Switchin' different bitches, all through the week
Talk small when [?], bitch, I be fuckin' on all physiques
I got a dream to go to the league
If that shit don't work, I'ma go to the trap

Servin' em things that go in a plat'
That shit don't work, then you know I'ma snap
That shit don't work, then you know that I'm back to the back to the black
Who them? Where the old ladies sayin' where I could've been?
But fuck it, you know that I'm goin' to jet

Jackin' and stealin' for niggas, can makin' a killin'
It's nowhere to make this shit real, if you ain't been a real one
I look at my baby boy Kai and I know I'ma make him a billion
I gotta keep goin', I gotta do this shit for all of my brothers, my sisters, my niggas, my mother

My [?] keep comin' from out of the floor, said [?] Benjamin has it, man
Bitch, I could take you back to the days in me trappin'
It was only twenty-six [?], bitch, I was all about 9 to 5 workin', sellin' way the pocket
The delis be spinnin' that shit, that [?]
Now I was [?] that bitch [?]
Now I'm gettin' that rich off the money

'Cause after the storm, this shit gon' be sunny
Just tryna be warm, this shit was so muddy
This shit was so cold, the days were [?] peanut butter-jelly
Now I'm ballin' frank, you can tell me
Just to perform, this shit called a milly

And pop me up off of the place is cool, my nigga, [?] gettin' views [?]
And I'm used to being alone
I'm used to niggas sellin' me on [?]
I'm used to provin' pussy niggas wrong
I'm used to niggas sellin' lies, sellin' their songs

I'm back on my savage mode, on the savagery
And I'm winnin', they ain't lettin' me
I look at 'em, see anger and agony
Different diamonds boxin' like Your Majesty
Hit the four and it be like a travesty

Hit your boy in the whip where the traffic be
Put the four with the fifth when I'm switchin' the gear
Lookin' back in my mirror, where the crackers be?
Hit the button (phew), where the stasher be?
Just to find that they gon' had to rig the car

Even that'd prolly never fit the bar
And I'd give a fuck if it's a realer [?]
Lil' Tory