Steve Francis

(albüm: The Last One Left - 2019)

I got all this fucking codeine, man
Cocaine with the building, ayy

I'm about to take off like a rocket
These ain't Tylenol, these big popping, that's a half a rocket
Fuck the drama, all my niggas wilding
I don't need no stylist
You want these? You gon' need a thousand
We can link up in the Hills, I'ma bring a thousand
Shit got, but we pulled four hundred G's up out it
I can't do this shit forever (Uh-uh)
Tell that lil' broke bitch get her shit together
She came and fucked me since you told her to do better
Bought that bitch some shoes, she my Cinderella
Work soft as leather
I ain't working for nobody, I'm a boss forever
Boy, you still ain't got no money, gon' be lost forever
.223's big as chalk, it'll chalk whoever
Niggas get advances, get to acting like they had the bag
Dawg's shit bulging, pants dragging, thought I had the MAC
Dogshit Records, real talk, we'll sign you guys
You sold your soul to the devil, I am not surprised
Fucked up, I can tell by your decision
Pray to Ben Frank, nigga, getting money my religion
Black Hellcat, nigga, I ain't superstitious
Spin that motherfucker on McNichols in the trenches
In the trap eating trap kitchen
This ain't PETA café, we got wrapped chickens
I hit a lick on my plug, I got back, nigga
I don't wanna do no song with you cap niggas
We all players in the game but our stats different
You on the bench, lil' nigga
I hope you ain't tripping 'bout a bitch, is you, nigga?
Catch him down bad, put the clip in you, huh, yeah
We ain't playing fair no more (Nuh-uh)
I don't give a fuck about no freaky ho (You can have her)
I got numbers on the board, man, who keeping score?
My youngin just caught his body 'bout a week ago