I don't diss the dead or speak on niggas that can't speak it back
My demons strapped, way too deep for that
Watch how they sleep with that
Keep a pack chill, where they re-back
Since it was beef or trap
Break a pile like a piece of shots at that price
I told you, keep it that
Diamonds on album from my Cuban, like my piece, Kerr
I know they're fam, they came to cop
It's separate, charge 'em each for that
No unity, let's queen like T-ferrat
Watch, they're too asleep for that, defiance
Kush LA kill, off I bring it back
My team get that; that road blasting
Louis dress code, the fashion
I'm the illest nigga in it, just depend on who you askin'
On my bag coming, the Gucci dragon
Johnny Nunez flashin'
She got honey off the hook collasin'
Uber through Manhattan, cross the bridge
We ain't shootin' section
It ain't too relaxing
Play with straps and scrappy dues
Was makin' moves for scooby snacks, no comparison
Who can match the facts?
My DNA it's mixed with yet
Watch them like, and times we had shit down
Felt like a stocking cap
I'm happy sippin'
Do lunch at Blue Ribbon
Sure got Prada tags
I'm Bumpy Johnson
Just got back to Harlem
Fresh out outta trash, on point
Like a stocking pass, broke down rocks on glass
Travel light, the cops be watchin' tags
Won't knock 'em out my bag
Cut that foot, was stacked
Stretch it 'til you might see a new per-tek
Play your life, don't do shit you regret
Fuck about who's impressed
House arrest
Left the couch a mess
Oh mama, I confess
I'm the best at what I do
All these restrictions got me stressed
I play chess, not no checkers
In balance, inside they stretch, the citizens zap
Said someone got clapped; bro tryna text 'em
He ain't respondin', play on his page
Readin' his comments
He was Muslim, so they held the janaza
See him in China, plot from Ghana
He only understand it by the karma
Residue, we clink with carna
They told me seek it, you should find it
I don't diss the dead or speak on niggas that can't speak it back
My demons strapped, way too deep for that
Drop where you sleep in at
Keep a pack chill, where they re-back
Since it was beef or trap
Break a pile like a piece of shots at that price
I told you, keep it that
Diamonds on album from my Cuban, like my piece, Kerr
I know they're fam, they came to cop
It's separate, charge 'em each for that
Know you can't get nothin' back
We take it then we keep in that
Claiming your demons 'til they put 'em up where Jesus at
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