Porky (from "Voices For Change" compilation)

Ayy, ayy, yo hear me?
Ayy, ayo, you shut the fuck up

Bussing at the white supremacists is what you better do
Fucking up yo' revenue, focus on what's ahead of you
I'ma do some abracadabra, foot on the pedestal
Black lives matter, get yo' knee up off my neck, cuh
Flow always hitting like I'm George Floyd Mayweather
Zicking to the code, this that 1804, nigga
No, I ain't no ho 'cause I got Zoe inside my blood, nigga
Fuck the police, I ain't looking for no love
Quit speaking on the North or get your shut fucked up
Quit asking me for feature, I ain't working with no snitch
Nigga, bow down to do who? I ain't never been no bitch
Better ask about me, cuh
They know, he the boy

Tryna ho me, I'll slap the ho out you
Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you
Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you
On my mama, mama, mama
All I count is coma, coma
On my mama, mama, mama
All I count is coma, coma
On my mama, mama, mama

Bitch, I'm on yo' ass, cuz
Better have my money when you pull up
I pop out the top (Skrrt)
I drop top the coup (Ooh)
I flip flop the whoop
I woo wop the oop (Ooh)
You whip the crack, the crack won't whip you (Whip it)
You hold the Glock, the Glock don't own you
Tryna kill a pig and left that porky on the porch (Haha)
Porcupine, lil' nigga, I put spikes on my kicks (Spikes, I did)
Balenciaga's on the block, watch me bleed them (Sweet)
Feeling like I'm blade with that sword on my back
Don't call me brudda, brudda I ain't ya dawg like that
Keep a poker in my hat just like a Yankee do
My daughter got mo' diamonds then you rap do (Than you rappers do)
Mr Miyagi on da block, all my niggas got chops
Niggas mad I'ma pop star, throwing big NZ
If you ain't from where I'm from, you ain't been where I been
I advised you niggas to shut the fuck up in them mentions
You ain't lived where I lived, I done thugged with da best
Bitch, I represent the North but I got niggas out West
Paid homage to some niggas and they still hated on me
If that ain't love, fuck love, I done showed it the best
I done picked up the rap game and did a shoulder press
I done fucked up the track gang and showed 'em off the bench
They know
Ask about me, cuz
(They know, they know)

Tryna ho me, I'll slap the ho out you
Yeah, that was me back then, I shot you
Call my brother, yeah, yeah, I got you
On my mama, mama, mama
All I count is coma, coma
On my mama, mama, mama
All I count is coma, coma
On my mama, mama, mama

Biotch
On your ass, cuz
Better have my money when you pull up