look at this n***a

#FTH #BTA [Hook] Look at this n***a, look at this clown, Talkin’ like a king, but he never held a crown. He a bitch actin’ tough, then he went and snitched, They told me “confess,” but I never did shit. Look at this na, he cryin’, he lyin’, Look at this na, his soul steady dyin’. Look at this n***a, he weak, he dryin’, Talkin’ that street, but we know he just tryin’. --- [Verse 1] Ops on my radar, I move with precision, Never fold once, that’s the code, that’s the mission. He broke under pressure, he told, that’s submission, I’m built for the trenches, he built for a prison. Say he outside, but he hide when we slide, Claimin’ he a demon, but we know he lied. My hitters don’t talk, they just pull up and ride, You play with the gang, it’s a dangerous tide. [Hook] Look at this n***a, look at this clown, Talkin’ like a king, but he never held a crown. He a bitch actin’ tough, then he went and snitched, They told me “confess,” but I never did shit. Look at this na, he cryin’, he lyin’, Look at this na, his soul steady dyin’. Look at this n***a, he weak, he dryin’, Talkin’ that street, but we know he just tryin’. --- [Verse 2] Trap goin’ crazy, I’m countin’ the racks, He flex for the ‘Gram, but he really on lack. Street never love you, it give and it take, Real n***as solid, the fake ones break. He pointin’ his fingers, he singin’ in court, I’m still in the field, where the hustlers resort. Respect ain’t bought, it’s earned in the dirt, He switched on the gang, now his name in the hurt.