Yeah I'm on one
Tell these rappers they be messing with the wrong one
Tell these rappers they be better off as my sons
Tell these rapper they beefing over the wrong stuff
Yeah, and I don't do drugs
Don't need a pill to get high that's my own stuff
Yeah God Did
I send up prayers forgiveness for my old sins
What the fuck though
Where the love go
5 4 3 2 I let one go
From the Mo Town
Motor city repping
Where we chop em up
And then dissect em
Make the guns roar
And the killers ready
Cuz we coming for your head like watermelon
Don't get crossed up
Or you get crossed down
I'm a beast om the track where the beauty at
Don't need a bad bih
I need a bad wife
Cooking Riza on the stove like they cook white
I got my boys with me
And they don't play nice
Im going savage on the track cuz I dont play nice
Like a buffalo
Or a lion maybe
Wolf pack on the track dont let my dogs get you
Pretty small now
Getting big soon
And you know I got money coming through
Dream Chaser Wolf Pack never going broke
Cuz I'm a young boy
Just having fun
Just making music happen
Writing bars though
Counting cash up
Stack that money up
I invest on my skills
Its a billion dollar drill
When I pop up its for real
When I pop out its for thrill
Never speak down to the boy
Never speak down on my skill
Yeah, never speak down on my skill
Yeah I'm on one
Tell these rappers they be messing with the wrong one
Tell these rappers they be better off as my sons
Tell these rapper they beefing over the wrong stuff
I talk the talk the talk
I walk the walk
I talk the talk the talk
I walk the walk
I talk the talk the talk
I walk the walk
I talk the talk the talk
I walk the walk