It's Lil Tre
Been a boss since the little nigga wit the fade
Hair grew, pockets ehh but I'm still the same
Sike nigga, think that little boy grew insane
But that's alright
Yeah that's alright
The way I'm driving probably crash up on the interstate
I'm smokin' and I'm drinkin' and I'm speedin' cause a nigga late
I hit the brakes
Throw the bitch in neutral so I don't stall
Pissed cause the music interrupted by a phone call
But I don't answer
I don't even look to see who it is
I ain't got time to talk niggas bout no stupid shit
I cut the music back on
I was bangin' Ludacris
Bust a shot off in the air now everybody movin' bitch
Said everybody movin' bitch
I'm zoomin' thru the traffic like a nigga in commercials for them Mazdas would be doin' it
Someone grab the lubricant
I'm a fuck the world and put my fist and put my arm and fuck around and put my shoe in it
Now tell me who the rudest is
Me, young little T to the R - E
Something that you probably see on safari
And I'm armed with some arms that could harm a whole army
Part of me feel like probably I got all the right parts in me to put me up on top of the charts if I put my heart in it
So let me drop my hardest shit
Picasso with the artistry
Before I make some art out of the contents of my arteries
Be careful
Or you gon' get yo hair pulled
I'm fightin' like a gay nigga led me by example
Let's go buy some Pampers
I got niggas shittin' on themselves you would think it was American Vandal
A terrorist scandal
The cops is at my door again
They might light me up this time so I don't think I'll open it
Backwood with the dope in it
I don't like to look inside the mirror because the puusy that's inside it has been scaring me
I think I need some therapy 'cause I ain't takin' care of me
So everyone beware of me
I'll fight you if you stare at me
I'm looking at a pair of me's
The good guy and the parody
The good guy can't compare to the illusions of the parody
Was focused on the tyranny
Till I smoked me some cherry tree
The objects in the mirror you see are near until you clear the scene
Stay balanced like a triple beam
I'm bluer than a Crip regime
Need dimethyltriptamine
My mind don't mean shit to me
I am the epitome of finding an epiphany
I'm flyin' with some different wings and grindin' with some new trucks
I'm tryin' me some different things to find a way to move up
Everything a victory so I don't need to choose up
Stand down
I'll have 'em on the talkie screaming man down
Coffins gon' be dropping in the plots with all your fam round
Broccoli in my pocket got me walkin' like a cash cow
Fire I be sparkin' got me feelin' like a match now
Racial profiling finally feelin' like I'm black now
I be gettin fried dipped in white like it's ranch now
I might hit the oil with the light like a lamp now
She gon' bring her toys and spend the night like a grandchild
I'm just talkin' shit, I caught these niggas with they pants down
And I'm a take they dicks and put em in they own ass now
I'm a kill these niggas when I get these lil raps out
Kickback on the toolie almost blew a nigga back out