Money tall, gen 5 on my side, I don’t play
MJ fake emo, we gon’ spray
Mini sellin’ pussy on the ‘Gram, that’s her way
Two-dollar hoes, I don’t f**k with y’all, ayy!
Money tall, gen 5 on my side, I don’t play
MJ fake emo, we gon’ spray
Mini sellin’ pussy on the ‘Gram, that’s her way
Two-dollar hoes, I don’t f**k with y’all, ayy!
MJ cryin’ on the ‘Gram, bitch, you soft
Talk like a gangsta but you scared of the cough
Say you real, bring up dead homies, you lame
I kill beats, kill names, leave scars in your brain
Whole wardrobe black, emo act, lame-ass stunt
I came from the trenches, you just online front
Talk about pain, act hard, you weak
I stomp on fake clout, leave your face on the street
You mirror me? Lil bro, you a fake clone
Off-brand disaster, clearance rack tone
I been eatin’ while you pray for a plate
Your grandma blessin’? Nah, I control fate Mini weird, crazy, sellin’ her pussy on the net
IG hustle, dirty move, lowest threat
Talk like she hot, act like she real
I laugh at you lil bitch, that’s how I feel
Two-dollar soul, cheap vibes, broke-ass trick
Say my name like it hit? Nah, you can’t stick
I move silent, pockets heavy, guns cocked tight
You in the corner lurkin’, prayin’ I don’t ignite
Stacks tall, nights long, pressure in my veins
Gen 5 tucked, never fail, never change
Louisiana streets raised me, devil in my tone
Killers surround me, I move alone
MJ fake emo, Mini weird past
Both background noise, I’m built to last
Talk money, talk guns, I breathe that air
They pray I slip, I don’t care, I don’t care
Money tall, gen 5 on my side, I don’t play
MJ fake emo, we gon’ spray
Mini sellin’ pussy on the ‘Gram, that’s her way
Two-dollar hoes, I don’t f**k with y’all, ayy!
Money tall, gen 5 on my side, I don’t play
MJ fake emo, we gon’ spray
Mini sellin’ pussy on the ‘Gram, that’s her way
Two-dollar hoes, I don’t f**k with y’all, ayy!
Tyfromthewoods
