Gettin 3

Gettin to the bag now

Bout to stand out

Fuck around that’s a man down

Who don’t stand now

Got caught up with the bad crowd in a band now

Drop two two fitty’

I got two boo’s wit me

drop dead like Whitney

I took a nap cuz I’m tired of the b.s.

I got too much to loose and you wonder why I be stressed

They say they wanna be me well homie go-head and be next

Be stressed

Be guessed

But it’s better than to be less

Bouta sting just like a bees nest

Go ahead and get the motion

Go and drink your potion

Bottle up all emotion

What I’m drinking and I’m smoking is way more than potent I’m lost up on this road don’t know

Woke up sittin in the hot seat

I’m meek, haters fuckin mad they can’t top me

I be, I’m on honor roll hop out my league

Big boss

I’m a big boss cuz of my feet

Im with winnas, losers lose that ain’t my fate, take the L I’m smoke a pack call It “migrate”

When you doing good all you hear is “I hate” plates looking good when they ask I say I ate

Doors fly up I ate in i8

my mate

yeah she stupid bad

what can I say

My plays

I’m Playmaker this is my stage

Bravo

Go take a bow

Then I thank

God ima drop it like a bomb

Throw it in the air make a wish this a wand

Im a king you a pawn

This is chess it ain’t checkers bitch

Work hard, Do your best and don’t mention it

Not about that flexing shit

I know what I got

Go and take some notes here’s a pen go and jot