Round One

Look, aye Right back, back in this bih bugging out, uh Runnin down, 100 yards, Hail Mary, Black Jesus On mamas, I don't need no one to vouch, huh Two deep, me & ninaaa like Martin & Gina White beater, red nose, gated house uh, Picket fence, backyard, dig a ditch, six feet Undefeated nigga - quarters in the couch, uh Several grams of them fire Taliban dog treats What you need nigga? Pistol on the counter Organic, Built it from the ground up Crossfaded, still ain't fucked the count up Still get lil riled up when a fuck nigga come around us Other than that I'm still cool as round one Still be moving how I want, still the same nigga Yea, still head hunting, still the one that'll press that red button Still the same nigga, yea still! See no opponents Still I wish a nigga would God damn! Still the first one to pop off Glock sizzle like pot roast, tried to pop out an got dropped off Venom, yea the high dose, Block clicking like '96, I could fry a fish wit my eyes closed Foreign pack, the wide load Street money, Big Gato, Hellcat purr, Free Ralo Gotta get it times four, times up, end of convo I been hella tired, let the time go Uh ... Look... Done fucked around, broke the rock down wit a blindfold Beat the pot, hit it with the combo Tripping off the contact, built for combat, til he John Doe Uh, yea Inspired by the Pablos, Capos, El Chapos, Head Honchos Top Dawgs, in the top class, wit the top gone IPhone, GPS hit, get you knocked off Dropped off, nigga Graveyard shifts til it pops off nigga Catalog deeper than a back blocks Niggas wanna mad dog, never took it that far nigga Eyes bloodshot like Matt Barnes, pullin up, mask off I don't do the trash talk nigga I don't even like going back fourth nigga, nigga mash off You could take the scraps home witcha Yea, still chain smoking like a muthafucka, 100 on the petro 30 in my lap like a newborn 26 summers, still walkin wit a Jansport Lap you niggas twice with my boots on Rolling niggas dead homies, wit a lil dark leaf Send that shit round, nigga still thuggin 43rd on 10 niggas still buggin 40 niggas outside ready kill something Still catching bodies for the set Uh Still catching bodies for the check, give a nigga lil rope Watch em tie it round the neck Uh Still the same nigga yea, still head hunting Still the one the OG's call the vet Yeah! Still the first one to pop off, still get you knocked off Still that nigga, in the flesh Yeah! Same energy, same nigga Nothin changed but the Money, Power, Fame & Respect Uh Kicked door, made a lil lane for the lil homies Barely made it out the game, visions still haunt me... Camping out, been in the crib got it still on me No lackin now . this shit get real, couple bills on it Few hunnit thou, living wild Nothing hit you like truth my nigga Spaced out, ceiling off the space coup my nigga Only nigga that I owe is Jesus my nigga Pistol on the counter Organic, Built it from the ground up Crossfaded, still ain't fucked the count up Still get lil riled up when a fuck nigga come around us Other than that I'm still cool as round one, Still be moving how I want, still the same nigga Yea, still head hunting, still the one that'll press that red button Still the same nigga, yea still! See no opponents Still I wish a nigga would God damn!