Listen To Me

(album: City On My Back - 2020)

What they be sayin'?
(1-800 for you)
Okay
(What am I here?)
Boyz in this bitch, nigga

It's nine in the morning, I just woke up
Before I make an egg sandwich, I cook dope up
Walked out of Gucci with some boxes, bought the store up
Couple shots, hit him up top, shape his fro up
These bitches out here acting childish, need to grow up
I got bars for ninety dollars, but it's blow up
I want smoke with all these pussy niggas, tell 'em roll up
I heard you caught a lil' body, nigga, so what?
I can get ten niggas dropped like my dad Italian
I been chasing money bags like I'm Meg Thee Stallion
Committed to the dope game, I make sales with passion
Shooting dice with Louis on, taking L's in fashion
BJ swipe with Gucci on, he do scams with fashion
I love the Wockhardt so much, I can spell it backwards
The nigga really shot at me, can you spell casket?
I made a million last week, can you tell I'm cappin'?
Pew, that's how you niggas sound
Let me cut the work for you, I mix like DJ Brown (The realest)
Nowadays, if you shit talk, you stealing Rio's style
And if you rap 'bout swiping cards, you took Teejay's sound
A middleman and bricks of soft, we on three-way now
I really get the work gone, I need an E-way now
Bitch, I road run for real, I'm on the freeway now
I just threw bro a, yeah
I just threw bro a lob, press replay now
Brody said we gon' come up long as we stay down
I ain't never broke the code, so I won't start now
I'm having withdrawals off drank, I gotta fart now
I used to chase niggas on feet, I got a car now
I see you got a Hellcat, how much you drop down?
Broke ass couldn't even make a payment, it won't start now
.308 go far, I could knock a fucking star down
I can get a nigga whacked without saying nothing
All I gotta do is nod my head and them K's busting
Brush a nigga head with .223's, I see waves coming
Last nigga tried some bullshit, he in the grave or something
How you gon' put me on a flight where I ain't say I'm comin'?
He Cash App-ed me a deposit, I got paid for nothing
In the trap for seven days straight, damn near made a hundred
Get rid of all the dope and move the guns, I feel a raid coming
Driving on the sidewalk, I seen an opp walking
I ain't have to say too much, the Glock start talking
Went to the ER with my son, he had a bad fever
The doc' was acting real cool, so I started coughing
Aim a .50 cal at your body, knock parts off it
Bitch pussy clean, I'll lick some Wockhardt off it
The chicken I just made, you can't put no hot sauce on it
Don't judge me if I paid you once to fuck, I had a boss moment
That nigga fumbled with the sack, the crowd lost momentum
Fuck swiping, I spend cash 'cause it's more simple
Bitch, that's a scar on my right cheek, them ain't no pimples
You ask me 'bout that shit again, I'm upping four-nickel

Listen, man, don't ask me shit else 'bout my face, man
Ain't no motherfucking pimple, bitch
I been through real shit in my life
Dumbass