Big 44 on the track back at it again gang Uh Look, I’m from Brooklyn home of the realest ever Yeah I’m riding with them killers tottin barettas Wanna fuck around with me betta move Cleva Cause one blink of the eye I’ll have you fried like bacon Leave the floor shakin like it’s motha fuck in doomsday I pull up take ya cash ya bitch ya pack on a Tuesday I do this shit for fun see to me it’s like a hobby I got the addy for the drop shooters with me in the fucking lobby All black Nike tech cause all I do is run up the fuxking check A million on his head say no more I kick down the door Shoot hole in one bitch yelled score wrap him Like a Christmas gift take his whip then I dip Now I’m riding in the big body Benz on my way to drop this fool for a bag I came up from the mud to getting these riches and rags Taught myself financial literacy now I’m sitting on this bread like a fucking chimney Some call me the grim reaper if you were A opp I wouldn’t want to be you either See to me this shit is like a game fuck the fame Stay in your lane and fuck the fame Wanna be in streets better charge it to the game that shitll make you go insane