Bissonnet

Emeks, come here man, sit down man

Get that gansta **** off your head man,

What's wrong with you man?

That blue bandana man, what does that mean?

Take it off, take it all- you see all of that gangsta ****?

Put it on the side man,

We gonna have some real conversation

Father to son

Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?

I have my pops inside my life,

But right now that **** don't matter

He'd been locked up most my life,

So I feel just like a bastard

Police kickin' in my door, threw my momma on the floor

HPD took my pops, I bought a heat, hit the block

I was in them streets like speed bump,

Potholes, V12-auto Forgiato

'Lenciaga, no red bottoms, I don't rock no Ferragamos

I was Maxo Kream, El Chapo, dodgin' narcos get you knocked off

Black suburban swervin' make me nervous

When I'm making drop offs

Used to handle rock like hot sauce,

Call the hot sauce get you knocked off

He ain't got no chill, he kill for real,

And he 'gon blow your top off

Genesee Street, I took the top off,

***** with me she took her top off

**** ain't hard, she sucked me on soft,

Hole-in-one, her mouth like Tiger

Forever never, not sober, the city of double cuppers

We beefin' this place and ********* you,

Your sister, your brother

I'm clutchin' gun in my holster,

Beretta wet 'em like coasters

They shot my pops and my brother,

So I slide with choppas like butter

Pop toasters, let go my ego, for pesos give you a halo

Locked up my pops and took my brother,

So my daddy was my mother

Hit the stove, stealin' candy, got grown, start servin' xannies

Momma told me hit the do',

She ain't want **** around her family

Moved in with my grandma, servin' grannies at my grannies

Momma couldn't stand me, say I act just like my daddy

Fist fightin' Pirus, I hit the school with the Ruger

Had to take my .52, and hopped on Five-Deuce Hoover

I was a young ***** in the streets, I ain't know nothin'

Ain't no big homie tell me ****, on my own thuggin'

Bad ass, actin' up in class, I ain't learn nothin'

Reminisce on my first lick, I hit for four onions

I turned that four into a sixteen,

And now I'm road runnin', hey

Trap house scorchin', use the stove and the oven

Every time I stashed it in the house, my brother stole from me

And I was down bad, and on my ass, nobody rode for me, hey

I was broke bummy, wasn't havin' no money, hey

Ran the check up, now you wanna hold somethin', hey

Two Glocks, fifty shots, that's a whole hunnid

Hit a ***** with two fifties, call it change for a hunnid