Final Form - Guma

I ain't never got the respect that I truly deserved That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby) F8 do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds They ain't fucking then it's up, we puntin' them nerds We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd Ask her how I'm pull in 'em Ms, from rhyming my words How these bitches lose a spot, from irkin' my nerves I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core Might've burnt myself twice chasing dirty whores I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more And I'm ruthless I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris I refuse to do what he do, you ain't my bitch I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas Wouldn't nobody gave a fuck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga? If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga? If I get shot, who at my wake standin' beside me, nigga? Who finna take care of my mom's and my sister When they cryin' to my picture and they the only ones who really miss me? Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life And my bitch'll probably go and be somebody wife That's why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice 'Cause would these niggas pay my bills if I couldn't keep on lights Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right I think about my brother Black Gwaluh every night The lobby tryna hold him down, give 'em every strike I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried I ain't breaking shit down ever, I'm gon' sell the pie Mm, I ain't breaking shit down, I'm gon' sit up high From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly Oh, Michigan Boy Boat, yeah My final form, nigga Let's get it, slatt