Vertino

You know Life is good, man Life is good Yeah Told you I told you (I told them niggas) Can't fuck with me, nigga For real (brrt) Yeah (brrt, brrt) Know what the fuck is up, nigga? (Look) Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it Stupid The renegade, you been afraid Shot penetrated my shoulders, still didn't knock the chip away My heart only got colder Yeah, cold as Minnesota in October Yola in the pot swoll up, stop, hold up (talk to 'em) They starting to holla what I sing They following my thing They gotta acknowledge me as king, nigga (uh-huh) Nah, this is God level Ferra' yellow Biting every switch, burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow You thirty-something and broke, still driving a bitch car Talking about you out getting licks off I was so comfy in the hood, I could trap with my kicks off Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff Bitch, I'm the big dawg Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard (yeah) I take time out, I got Warriors on my bench, Chris Paul Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more (uh-huh) Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fistful (yeah, look) Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong Y'all better go back, do you Google research and look some more Watch them YouTube vids 'bout the man with the bullet scars West and Butch will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off Verse was eye-popping, we skyrocketed (yeah) My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westside watches Went from buying sixty-two grams to going pie shopping My shooter on tour with me, he just was on Crime Stoppers (facts, nigga) Yeah, they still looking for him (huh?) Nigga had a brick, gave me two thousand to cook it for him (okay) 'Chine give the go, niggas hit your top with a bullet for him I get big money at will when I'm putting letters together, I wheel of fortune I show niggas love somehow, I'm still the villan for it She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring Six in the morning, police at my door Guns by the bed, money in the floor Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw" Fiends know it's pure so they keep coming for more And the blood keep coming, time to up that score One hand scratch the other one, that's just law Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw" Fiends know it pure so they keep coming for more My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic (yeah) I'm like Ace and Money Mitch but really on some pimp shit Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells Rule number one, never ghost the clientele (never) Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now (now) Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well (yeah) This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel (listen) You see, I got them hooked on the real (real) I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal Like fuck the "pop a pill" shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel (fuck it) Scarcity in the market, I'm expandin' the margin And it's only a problem if the product ain't what it's promised (uh) 'Cause any competition get demolished These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest Graduated from the school of hard rock with my honors Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin' Right or wrong, the truth be timeless Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects Gainin' knowledge on to different ways to fill our pockets (yeah) Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired (yeah, yeah) Like, one day I'll retire But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire Six in the morning, police at my door (Badmon) Guns by the bed, money in the floor (yeah, uh) Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw" (yeah) Fiends know it's pure so they keep coming for more (brrt) And the blood keep coming, time to up that score One hand scratch the other one, that's just law Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw" Fiends know it pure so they keep coming for more