Walking

(album: Mafia Lord (Chapter II) - 2021)

In other words, by walking, I'm not standing still
By walking, it mean I'm moving forward
May be slow, but I'm moving
But walking also mean I'm going somewhere
Y'all don't like me tonight
But walking also mean I'm leaving some folk behind me

Everything expensive, it's one hell of a life that I'm living
I could fit a whole living room in the kitchen
If he play foul when he spike, we gon' blitz him
My plug gotta be Master P, it ain't no limit
I can tell you fresh in the field 'cause you timid
You can tell I'm fresh in the field, I'm in Givenchy
I don't wanna share my heart with you, bitch, I'm stingy
My shirt Off-White, nigga, yours dingy
I can see the game clear, I'm a floor-seater
Baby, this a coupe, huh, not a four-seater
Opps just got whacked, time to pour a liter
The head ain't shit, but the pussy been pressure
She get me in private, I'ma bench press her
All designer shoes, I'm a big stepper
I'll throw some shit at your porch, not a newspaper
Tell the truth, it's hard to find a nigga similar
You only get one shot like a Dillinger
I'll get to passing racks out like a stimulus
You took your cheese and bought a gun, boy, you still a bitch
Keep your ho from 'round me, I be stealing shit
Your nigga watch my page, he be stealing drip
You take hoes out of town, I just be hitting shit
Ksubi jeans, got your favorite rapper kit in it

She gon' fuck for some light shit
We both grown, she know I'm on like a light switch
I'll get a nigga put on ice like some white sticks
Gotta follow up on the shot 'cause you might miss

See, everybody that started with you, it was not designed for them to stay
You tryna carry somebody with you that's tryna carry you down

Bird's eye view, I can see the city
Put the buffs on, now I see the envy
I ain't gotta go to no farm just to see some chicken
Dog walked out the pharm', now we pouring Trizzy
I just put a drum on a Drizzy, I just put the dick in her kidney
Put Fent' in the Bobby, we don't touch the Whitney
I can't leave the bar 'til my pockets empty
I'm tryna see some coochie, I don't wanna hear your life story
Three hundred bucks for a light quarter
Get my bitch in West V pregnant, have a white daughter
E-class stones look like ice water

Two hundred racks, that's some light shit
Big stones in the watch look like ice chips
I'll get a nigga put on ice like some white sticks
Gotta follow up with the shot 'cause you might miss, nigga