I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
nikka ain't no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?

I'm high, check my altitude, I'm lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
\It ain't safe in the war, the war I'm playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bytch ass plank
I touched more p*ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
bytch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can't afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
Man, you ain't worth your shoes you standing in
When I party I bring a bytch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It's been a while so I'm guessing you must've forgot
Once again you forget, ain't this some shyt
You forgot about me bytch I wrote your hits

You know "how we do", "hate it or love it" and nikka fukk it I'm special




, such a relatable verse if you're from the hood and these washed up bum ass dudes still hating.
remember there's 2 diff ones



