Left for dead

Left for dead Not paid yet Online selling my ass off I fumbled my dime once had to rebound it Wilt Chamberlain Chain saying my name As I walk in the building Why I’m not talking trap music Because I have children Hornets nest everyone swarming Hold the ball in the air I’m just droning   Walking in with saints Nigga I’m dooming Getting doom from a freak She swallowed all my children Getting dough now Pillsbury muffins   Call up shottas Block on fire Corner meeting up gotta talk to the families Caskets underweaves Money on top all you see is B’s They’re throwing it up I gotta a couple more sitting on stoops Walking in boots 95 airmaxes on I’m running up and then shoot Gotta get my mortgage up No insulin I’m getting sick of that   Walking in with saints Nigga I’m dooming Getting Doom from a freak She swallowed all of my children Getting dough now Pillsbury muffins   Putting in the oven Baking some ribs Slow cooking the beef Watch how it falls off It’s like leaving behind some dope for them to find I’m licking my fingers It’s getting in between them Guns we squeezing them Bullets ring out Coc in a bottle a genie granted me three wishes Money land and women Helicopter pad just to land if you ever been in as deep as me Then you already know then Lampshades a parade of ladies right in your face You just got one in a million Time to run this pace   Walking in with saints Nigga I’m getting doom Getting doom from a freak She swallowed all my children I’m getting dough now Pillsbury muffins