Ayy, I run Spider-Gang, nigga I ain't gon' tell you niggas no more I ain't get no clap for makin' them statements I put them hits in rotation, don't do no fakin' I'm the head of that nation, drop that location We gon' pull up, skis, pull down, squeeze, pull around Shoot or zip him before he hit the ground These niggas sound like they in the Wastey Clouds They'll imitate whatever, draw attention I'm convinced that these niggas play active, stay active If you know like I know, we burn that smoke through the up-close They said murder, she wrote me to say fuck the whole road Let the clip curve like the letter C, who won't see me? I load at the moment you told it, you blow it Hesitating, you gone somewhere you won't return from Learned gun to never come to fistfights with knives Bank ten, four fives on the interstate, bullets penetrate Everyone in this ride, I know everyone got their time I see mine with a clear vision Die, won't be from slippin', who falls for the opposition? Hard equipped and it's frozen, decoded to get it open My jokes and the women showed me that Weezy and Kelly Rollin' motivation, they pushed me to someone they haven't seen That's why this purple heart inside of all that doesn't come with keys I used to honestly believe that it is me and I's wrong But fuck that, I still fucking her while I was home Now she's speaking on the past tense, forever rolling stone Translation, that's her justification for moving on I mean, we're both grown, why prolong this situation? What's done is done, so let's put an end to that conversation Big Meezy for president, hella sticks in my inner matrix Been amazing the moment my two foot lay on the pavement I'm engraving share cases with the opposition My potential is not the issue, I always outspent you Can't get your strings and down low, it's confidential I'm confident that them record labels ain't confident in you Guess who on the menu? Our new artist, Brandon Ingram And new all is a shooter with a shooter, you the new target Go get some protection, Glock, Ruger, Wesson, those are simple suggestions Cause when it's up there in the air, I'm headed in your direction Pipe in possession, Tracee Ellis, this my girlfriend Color black, it's on me, attachments that grow in a spin Federal with men in a pen, moving military and won't go back again I die for agents apprehended, merely dead to them I'm swaggy in this DR jacket, come sign to Meezy Your blood with the DR rapping, the rock strongest Undertaker, Goldberg on the package, the rock Undertaker, Goldberg, three off ransom The black Charles Manson, rich dancing like my first main janitor Mike or Ida, the minute, I'm the face of the trip Induct a 50 in the glizzard while conducting a business In style formula, I normally don't get definitions But that one was given, somewhere in another dimension The right for the bottom was spinning, I do spider division No mathematic, automatic, put his face by his titanus And his image was all he had left I was there when Youngin took his last breath That's how it happened with niggas cappin' Went on half step, got 36 ounces off in the trenches They got half left, we booming, them who using our product We them niggas they mentioned when the body found Shout out, I got up and got it I ain't have to wait on nobody Look one gizzin' with the hittin', show step over by me Who am I to say they wildest step was giving us guidance Shit, we do anything for them, Ida did the same for them Rainstorm soon form, dark clouds above Went to prison and I lost some real niggas I love Rainstorm soon form, dark clouds above Went to prison and I lost some real bitches I love I run that game