I ain't been rapping dat long but I hop on a song and they begging n pleading to drop more if this music don't work it's no auto like durk all my homies come n kick yo front door like the dirt in a huddle I step on my struggles that pressure be making dem diamonds obj make a play put the drake in yo face lil boy know u messing with giants jus like my middle name was goliath ain't no secret ain no confiding ain nowhere to run cause we ridin we gon spinna block ain no hiding if u mess wit me or my family lil homie know das the day u dying it's a jungle u cornerned by lions do or do not ain no tryin no I'm not violent but mess wit my family homie I'm takin yo face off I been ridin the beat for so long wit no metronome I'm tryna see if the bass off I'm been running the race jus to get to dis money an u can't catch up cuz yo pace off man I'm too far ahead u better off dead man that's it dawg I'm calling the chase off Im carring my drake so u better get back, imma mess u jits up wit my 30 round strap,imma go and get my guys 2 stab u in the back,smoking on tht kush and chillin in the trap, I got yo girl in the back and I'm breaking down her back,he steady talkin tuff talk but all I here is cap, fell like Santa how I'm getting 2 my sack, we smoking on yo dead homies roll them in a pack,and we smoke it,the glocks we toting, wiping out the city causing some commotion, dont need no rubber we clappin without a trojan, got so much water on my neck uu would think I was seasick, if he drop that diss we gonna hit him with the blick