shit is bound to get spooky
my old connect just flew me
all the dope all the work all the toolies
not a friend not a fan but he knew me
got a badge on my name thought he knew me
too late now you dead so sue me
no codefendants I did it dolo
every rap that I wrote is evidence
I just posted bail so sue me
ain't gon go to trial ima shoot me
thought you could just rob me recruit me
don't play with my name thought you knew me
back from the dead like it's a sequel
put a couple of grams in the diesel
put a couple of grams in the beaker
it's all about grams every gram get me geeked up
got a whole damn gang in the bleachers
and they all got hands call the preacher
get a buck-fifty to your feature
ain't talkin bout bands ain't no feature
call up Uncle Sam he's the teacher
send em out to cartels to get deeper
runnin in and out of town I need sneakers
and the dope you can see it in the speakers

two nggas in the back and they too gone
ima go on rap til the roof gone
I done grew some lost my screws some
now my screws gone get my tools um
get my hammer my hammer my nail gun
who you? who you? I'm him the
same one that made the boom uh
get your tomb done get my goons uh
get my mob uh ngga my monsters
get your job uh ngga you goners
get my dogs uh ngga they hungry
get your squad uh ngga it's on me
you's a bitch uh ngga you know it
you a phony ngga you phony
you owe me ngga you owe me
the police ngga they know me
I know him ngga you owe him
I'm the boy ngga you boys
you the law ngga I'm loyal
I'm a boss ngga I'm royal
I'm the mob ngga you know it
I'm the plug ngga you cordless
I'm the blood ngga you corpse
I'm the judge ngga you court
I'm the truth ngga you false


[© Mr.Meow🐈‍⬛ 2026]