Woah
Shh, whew, whew, whew, whew
Hey
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
(Ate)
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
(Okay)
Okay, let′s have a debate
(Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I′m feeling a way
(Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
(Still in the way)
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys
(Trap guys)
They can′t put the drillin′ away
(Way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy
You might be a villain today
(Villain today, hey)
Ask God, why didn't I get a answer?
(Why?)
Why lose my brother to bullets?
(Why?)
Why lose my grandma to cancer?
(Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers
(Why?)
Why young niggas straight out Atlanta?
(Why?)
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us?
(Why?)
Why I keep getting all of these chances?
(Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers
(Hey)
Speak your mind and it might get you canceled
(Canceled)
Pinky ring, and it cost me a phantom
(Phantom)
Wack the witness, the evidence tampered
(Wack)
Dirty money, the safe is the hamper
(Dirty money)
Yeah, my bitch she a star and I stamped her
(Stamped her)
P.E. Jordan three, that′s a sampler
(P.E.)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
I gotta kill these niggas if it′s me or you
(Hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid
(Fire)
Got away from the haters, say Hallelujah
(Bye)
Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you
(Crazy)
It's okay ′cause they ballin' like Kobe do
(Hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis
(V)
Bitches sneaking and tweaking, ahead of you
(Geek)
Wrist is hitting and glistening, this shit a movie
(Glistenin')
See the smoke at the door, ain′t no tinting to it
(Smoke)
Watch where I step near, call my belt
(Hey)
Angel on my shoulder with the devil on the left
I got a mill′, got a mill' for myself
I do it alone, I own myself
Nigga stay home before your dome get left
Niggas playing dirty, hit below my belt
(Dirty)
I′ma get the bag, do the show myself
(Show)
Do that shit again, had to show myself
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
(Ate)
Got a particular taste
('ticular taste)
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
(Okay)
Okay, let′s have a debate
(Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I′m feeling a way
(Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
(Still in the way)
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all, and I'm still having space
(Yeah, space)
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess, but I′m still stuffing my face
(Yeah, yeah!)
She got a natural wrap, like a natural do
(It′s lit)
Like the blunt, she don't like that shit laced
(Woo)
I was outside of the building, I′m owning the spot
Want a B, you gotta have faith
(Ooh)
I'm in a meditate state
Ever since we lost bro, ain′t really much more I can Take
I pop a ten when it's late, momma told me to pray
I do that, ′cause you know I can't play
(Let's-)
We flood up the field for real
We got the rides in the back but you know we ain′t come here to play
You be playing the stakes, I been up playin′ abroad with broads and mates
(Yeah)
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
(Ate)
Got a particular taste
('ticular taste)
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
(Okay)
Okay, let′s have a debate
(Woo)
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I′m feeling a way
(Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
(Still in the way)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Maneesh Bidaye, Anderson Hernandez, Kiari Cephus, Isaac De Boni, Tom Levesque, Douglas Ford
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