| Yo, Smoke, man |
| I’m— so I’m in my community, man |
| Shinin' and glistenin' if you will |
| And this dude rolls up with the utmost disrespect |
| Then he kept the disrespect goin' into my s— |
| Personal space bubble proximity |
| I had to hit him with the Kirkpatrick |
| Four-knuckle Kirkpatrick on his domepiece |
| He switched his whole style up after that, man, ayy |
| It be like that sometimes, bro (Yeah) |
| Why niggas gotta act so tough? |
| Like you bein' a asshole is a fact, bro |
| You are actual sus |
| Better off bein' bashful |
| Look at the glass full and call it overflow |
| Take a chill pill, need to overdose |
| You wouldn’t kill Bill in a cul-d-sac |
| With a Uzi, a gat and a shoulder ax, nigga, you Provolone |
| Nigga, your shoulders fold undr the weight |
| Couldn’t hold your own in a toe-to-toe |
| Wait, why you runnin' from the do-si-do? |
| A OG’ll smack your ass 'til you spit blood, that’s all she wrote |
| Now your girl see your true colors, off she goes |
| You alone and it’s sober 'cause |
| You ain’t know you ain’t never had to pretend to toss the clothes |
| Now me and her gettin' awfully close, 'cause |
| You niggas frontin' just to ball, Kyrie Irving have you swervin' |
| Change direction, Smith & Wesson’ll have you countin' your blessings |
| Like oh-no (No), Mr. Harden hit 'em harder |
| Now they prey, they dear departed |
| They wishin' they never started to cross over |
| That burner come off the hip and they cross over, uh |
| Now turn to aim at they shit and they cross over, uh |
| Don’t care if they look like a bitch when they cross over (That's when they |
| switch up) |
| They cross over (Y'all niggas stay down) |
| These niggas shooters out here with the long range |
| Got the long barrel on the old gauge |
| With the wood handle and the recoil pad |
| Of all thangs, what you wanna act hood for? |
| Lemme tell you how the hood go |
| Everybody cool in elementary school |
| 'Til you hit thirteen and they hoods chose (Where you from?) |
| Military recruitment, Ben & Jerry’s, I’m cool, but |
| They feelin' worried like toothless men |
| Bite an apple, that’s Lucifer |
| Fightin' ample temptation, examples incarcerated |
| The ones that been before go back 'cause work just can’t be located |
| The surface-level worship of our worst condition hurts |
| 'Cause they miss the point, my nigga |
| Mad 'cause my daddy in the joint, my nigga |
| Hood ways got us runnin' from the oinks, my nigga |
| These ain’t disguises (Yeah) |
| This is how bad our real life gets |
| Then they imitate the righteous like they got license |
| We pay those prices, and now we ball, pass me the rock |
| Kyrie Irving have you swervin' |
| Change direction, Smith & Wesson’ll have you countin' your blessings |
| Like oh-no (No), Mr. Harden hit 'em harder |
| Now they prey, they dear departed |
| They wishin' they never started to cross over |
| That burner come off the hip and they cross over, uh |
| Now turn to aim at they shit and they cross over, uh |
| Don’t care if they look like a bitch when they cross over (Cross over, yo, yo, |
| uh) |
| Why you always fuckin' up my high? Uh |
| Gotta short it, you ain’t cool, you can never be my plug, my guy, uh |
| All the kids in the school don’t respect all the subs, my guy, uh |
| Niggas’ll move in the hill like a shill, I just want Wi-Fi |
| Know they finna shower you with love outside |
| But you never noticed, you too cool, that’s for sure |
| I ain’t wanna say it, but you need to get acquainted with the nigga in the |
| mirror |
| That’s a dude you should know |
| Probably think I’m hatin', but it won’t be a surprise if I see your hand break |
| From the truth that you hold, bruising slow |
| Used to be low, uh |
| The shoe don’t feel good on the toe, so |
| You gotta get used to the sole, uh, shit |
| But don’t nobody want that, uh |
| Carryin' a load 'til you hunchback, uh |
| Who wrote out the script? |
| Who directed the film that created your tough act? Uh |
| Why you out in the fields? |
| You should thank all the blockers that helped with your run backs |
| Here’s a map to your start, you should come back, uh |
| Pin it to your heart with a thumbtack, uh (Aw, shit, what?) |
| Uh, shit so tragic how it happened |
| Took your magic, guess your shit ain’t never lasted |
| Now you fucked around, crossed over, uh |
| Every action got reactions, all that cappin' now you crashin' |
| Niggas don’t look at the road when they cross over, uh |
| Now you just look like a bitch 'cause you crossed over (Uh) |
| I never fuck with no snitch 'cause they cross over |
| Need to work on your crossover, yeah |
| Just be you 'cause it’s beautiful |
| Be you 'cause it’s beautiful |
| Be you 'cause it’s beautiful, ayy |
| Ain’t nobody like you |
| You know, Einstein said |
| «If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree |
| That fish is always gon' think it’s stupid» |
| That’s stupid |
| It’s only one of you |
| Just like it’s only one of me |
| God made you to be free and unique |
| You ain’t gotta change for nobody |
| Just keep growin' |
| Stop actin' too motherfuckin' tough out here |
| Niggas’ll slap the shit out your motherfuckin' ass |