Ith entha ippa cheyya?
Uh, yeah, uh

Pulled off with the digits (yeah), they call that shit pimpin' (pimpin')
Could tell it's me in the LV up on my Timberland
I stuck my key in it, purr, it started tremblin' (yeah)
A red beam between his eyes turned him Indian (yeah)
Lord, it's him again, forgive me if I sin again
We on ten again, nigga, time to win again
That's a whole pack hangin' in my coat check (uh, uh, uh)
Better keep your ho in check 'fore you get your ho checked (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Don't step a toe up on my doorstep (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, this a closed set (uh, uh)
Better act right 'cause you know how shit'll go left (uh, uh, yeah)
Twenty thousand, Bambú pack a hundred roll
Ridin' 'round, a hundred smokes
'Member I was young and broke
Holes in all our clothes like some honeycombs
More foes than mama drove
Crackheads by the corner store
Bakin' soda by the stove, mattress on the floor
Mice and the roaches, my room ain't have a door, but I had some dope
Let 'em hang theyself, I'm runnin' out of rope
Gotta play it safe, you better not approach
Why a nigga eyes Jackie Chan, lil' bitch?
Why a nigga diamonds Johnny Dang, lil' bitch?
Why a nigga plottin'? Why he hatin', lil' bitch?
Fly the charters, fuck the top, I ain't paid it, lil' bitch

Wait a minute, uh
Get it how you live it, uh
Ten toes in when we standin' on business
I'm a big stepper, underground methods
Top-notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Straight terror, product of your errors
Pushin' culture, baby, got the product you can't measure (woo)
Trendsetter, the one who get her wetter
Swervin' while I'm bumpin' Project Pat, uh
Got me swervin' through that weak shit
Hottest on the block, blocka, blocka, bring the heat, bitch
Don't know how to stop, we got Flacko on the remix
Watch how they gon' top, watch our haters lookin' squeamish
Watch how panties drop, watch who your woman try to leave with
But I'm just tryna leave with my dignity
So much goin' on in this industry
So much that they want, so much that they all pretend to be
They fuckin' with the energy, focus on your energy, OD, Lord (woo)

Uh
Yeah, yeah (good Lord)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I feel like Afeni Shakur
They let off Tupacs in the air
They let off two shots in the air
They let off two shots in the- (bah, bah, bah)
I feel like Afeni Shakur
You gotta get shot for the cure
I wasn't out shoppin' no deal
Quadruple my profit in four (bah, bah)
They paid me my probable shares,
They share ain't no profit no more
I grossed fifty million this year
I think they forgot it in Forbes
I'm the first one that's drawin' response
They don't even think that they got it in stores
It's the ones who around in the end
They been held me down from the start
My brand new chinchilla, it scares
Your fur, it ain't fur, it ain't fair (fair)
Just call it a kilt, not a skirt (skirt)
I just hit a lick in the 'vert ('vert)
She eat up my dick for dessert
My bitch like to fuck in reverse
She makin' it- 'bout to burst
She suck on that dick and converse
I opened up shop 'cause it's pure
I got 'em all fiendin' for more
Can't equal, they even the score
My niggas gon' die for the cause (bah, bah, bah, uh, uh, uh)
I feel like Afeni Shakur (uh, uh)
They let off two shots in the air (uh)

I tell 'em to listen and learn (learn)
I tell 'em to sit and observe (observe)
They tell me the things that they want (want)
I tell 'em to wait for they turn (wait for your turn)
She tell me that I turn her on (woo)
I tell her she get on my nerves (get on my nerves)
Don't keep her around for too long (bitch)
I'm givin' my heart for the work
HMK, he on the way, he on the move, he pullin' his weight
He pushin' that weight, pushin' that primo
Now let me do it, now let me me say
That's what he gon' give and what he gon' take
Everything, baby, I want the stake (everything)
I want the belt, yeah, I want the cake
'Til my belt too tight and I need more plates (give me that, give me that)
And I need more clothes, so I need more space
So I kick down doors and I rob your safes
And I find my soul, 'til I make my claim (yeah)
It's the one who rose that the ice done seen before (woo)
I studied the ways of the greats (that's right)
I'm breakin' the locks on the gates (yeah)
I'm breakin' her back, like I said before
I'm breakin' the boundaries place, yeah
Not too many around that relate
Not too many around, I agree (nah)
So tell me what's up for debate, my dawg
We settlin' things for a fee (brrt)

I feel like Afeni Shakur
They let off two shots in the air Writer/s: Rakim Mayers, Sai Nikhil Kalimireddy, Sooraj Cherukat
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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