ST. PERCY

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ay

We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, ay

Young K still posted in the A like a Brave

No chain, ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang

Hanging on your speaker, banging on your speaker, baby

Need to find the reason to make you believe me, baby

Young Nolan, Playstation, controlling

Send 'em just to get 'em, I hit 'em when it is over

Roll over your soldier, no coaster

I told ya I'm back whenever the storm is over

Send it back if them boys wanna feel the clover

No closure, never reply to faux orders

My nigga sold sculpture, such a short quota

Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder

Cop runneth over for a hunnid orders

All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh

How you do that right there, boo? I'm bamboozled, yeah

Legs go up behind the head like leopard ambushin', huh

Give her space, big ol' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh

She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn cannon

Circus ol', okay, Rolie

Polie, slide that, pole, yeah, low blow

Not seen like a dodo (no), I skip fall, stay snow globe

Stuck inside the corridor, make me go so loco

Major League, I'm Sheen (uh), call me Wild Thing (uh)

She got strings all up the neck, just like a violin

I crave that chada-ching, when that venom sting

Eyes turn redder than a motherfuckin' cherry stem

Run up a check, mhh, ahh, hit 'til I miss, ayy, uh

And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quitting, they way too legit, mhh, ahh

Don't get on my list, mhh, ahh, I'm from the abyss, mhh, ahh

You saying you real But I watch how you act and I can't be convinced, mhh, ahh

Smokin' 'em out like a habit, you know we could make it tragic

Money had never made nigga, we holdin' all our money in the mattress

Fire rapid like a savage, taste is way above your palate

No, I ain't for burying the hatchet

Take a break to pick apart the balance of this madness

You got big boy money like you ready for war

You be talkin' like you really gon' run that though

You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose

That's that ice cream sugar, that cocaine throat

And this shit gon' bounce like my shin off your dome

And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in the door

And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on fours

Boy this shit long gone, why you hit my phone?

See how real it is, homie

See how real it is, huh? (hell no)

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this shit ugly

Murder man, murder man

Someone better

Murder man, murder man

Someone better

Murder man, man

Someone hold me, shit gets out

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly