pin pick up

Still going threw a struggle I’m trying to pop like a bubble I just want to Double They say I look like trouble I started with a penny Now I’m fresh to death in Fendi They jealous & they Envy No need to be Friendly Niggas try to drag me down I bag him down, black mag him now Feed him the maggots now I’m back in town,never backing down Look threw the Scope Niggas flipping the Dope We trying to meet the Quote The street Reaper done Spoke Niggas know you Joke Ain’t no need to pose a Vote I’m the Captain of this Boat I’m hanging like a Rope No lights on in the Kitchen Now I’m whipping in the Kitchen I know that it Victous I’m in that water Fishing Pitching off the Mound I got a different Sound I started from the Ground Now I’m serving Pounds I’m free up out the Cell I’m back to getting Mail That’s that shit that smell like Nails My clientele looking Well All you snitches go to Hell I sell off the smell You can catch me with a Scale I’m out here getting this Mail I’m never no Screach But I am saved by those Bells They look, what the Hell Its Heven or Hell Won’t even wish me Well Rather see me in Jail