Firin' at everybody
Firin' at everybody
Section 8 just straight cooked this muhfucker up
Firin' at everybody
I'm firin' at everybody
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I'm flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin'
I swear I don't care about it
Boy, you play, you don' die in front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught a L but I wish that they headshot 'em
Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him
I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way
And come back with a lot of them bitches
I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox
Now I stay on top of them bitches
I won't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion
I still won't acknowledge them niggas
He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he…