Yo GiGi Turn it up RIP to Killa Naj Died back in twenty twelve That's the last time I cried I ain't never speak about that shit I kept that shit inside I can't walk around these streets Without that blicky on my side Probably why I'm still alive Wish that was the case for you I don't even want the fame Ima do this shit for you Mar Jerm Ski and Dew Shan Nas Bok and a Brew Really not no rapper I'm just speaking on the shit I do Really used to have me on some shit So this shit for you Everywhere we went you had you Camera And had your speaker too Nigga I can go on for a year About what we been threw Ima always make sure it's respect When niggas speak of you I don't go to funerals no more I been to quite a few Next one goin be my janazah Probably hosted by McFly I just hope it's no paster Talking bout how great I was Probably lying and capping Tell em how I ran the streets And how I stayed up on Master Every bitch goin say she mine Bitches lying and capping Probably ten out of them twenty one Bitches in savages While eleven of them crying Other ten of them laughing Shouldn't talk about the negative That's laws in attraction I keep talking that bad shit Bad shit goin happen All I'm really doing is venting They perceive it as rapping And I feed myself knowledge So I believe I ain't average I perfected my craft It took a while but it's mastered I ain't signing no deal Unless I'm keeping my masters Still ain't get me no manager But I manage my assets Cut different from niggas Niggas ain't matching this fabric I seen some trappers turn attics I had to grind I ain't have it I needed Dollars like Mavericks When I tried to give em game They mistake that for bragging I was broke I had designer I can't front that was backwards Selling all them baggies Just to go and spend it on fabrics