Tap' Inn 2

[Verse]

I don’t know no better, this just what I’m taught

Let that money come in, let that petty shit walk

Big ass FN with them clips in the vault

With a Glock on my hip, case them boys wanna stalk

Kaleb, you crazy, like it ain’t my fault

I been knowing this shit was the way to the top

I been grinding for months, had to set this shit off

Man, you rappers so ass, I ain’t hating at all

Cut my circle too short, no you can’t get involved

When I let them boys in, they had proved themselves wrong

We ain’t taking no shit

Boy, you better get lost less you want 556’s

Cut straight through yo jaw

When I asked em for help, they wouldn’t pick up my calls

Now they sad as the fuck ‘cause I don’t wanna talk

I tried pass them the rock, and they just drop the ball

So I just kept pushing work and kept pushing that raw

I’m the king of this shit, like what’s happening

Why you hating? I told you to tap in, fuck all that yap

Walk around with bad shit, ain’t same motherfucker since last year

But got a bag still, fuck shorty face, make her pop her a Advil

Want the throne, they know I’m on they ass still

I’m too protected, get wrapped in a bad deal

Bitches be jealous, don’t know how to act still

Why you asking me, bitch? Who you questioning?

Fell in love with these Benjis and Jeffersons

This shit hard but know I got some better shit

Fuck the game, bitch, I’m way too ahead of it

I’m a star, how I rap is intelligent

If you want you some smoke, bro, a handle it

But I’m still in the cut with some heavy shit

Fuck from the back, I got lil shorty candle lit

Fuck the drugs, bitch, I’m better off sober

I stepped up like I work with a ladder

Principles start to change ‘cause I’m older

She want me ‘cause she know that I’m having

I got extra, I want you to hold it

But I still want my bread in the backend

Stuff this shit in my wallet, can’t fold it

100 bands, man, that shit just a fraction

Need a milly, how you feeling? I’m turnt up to the ceiling

Off these raps, made a killing

And my soul, it’s still healing

Need a Patek, bitch, I’m icy

I’m the man, come get like me

I rock fits like a hypebeast, say he better, it ain’t likely

With yo bitch, and I’m feeling like Spike Lee

What that mean, bitch? I’m finna make movie

Got the keys, they would think I was typing

Fuck a lamb, I’ll ride round in duelly

Step on shit in my timbs like I’m hiking

But I still rock G fazos like screwly

Make me paranoid, bitch, ima shoot it

Play with the fam, and yo life will be ruined