Hey y’all better keep all that little pussy ass fuck shit out my face you feel me

Talk to me talk like a man you know what I’m saying

I ain’t tryna fuckin hear what you got to say to me

Unless you talking about some money

Get the fuck out of my way

Real talk

Indacut ent boss mane bishop 2 in this bitch

H town what’s happening mane

Moral of the story you don’t work then you don’t eat

I got family stealing from me they don’t mean nothing to me

I can’t have no basic bitch I promise you that I’m a cheat

You know all of us got problems I burn mine inside a leaf

Moral of the story I be out the way

Moral of the story everyone a snake shit

Moral of the story y’all won’t do the race

Moral of the story I could put you on some game

All I know is struggle I shed blood sweat and tears

Barely got no money after paying all the billls

Only here to keep it real all these other rappers cap

I ain’t never had a deal I made deals inside the trap

Adolescence wasn’t easy cause my parents fucked me up

Traumatized at 5 years old shooting guns

Never had a childhood I was just a drug mule

Had to catch the bus myself to get to elementary school

I got pulled out of class just to talk to cps

Children ain’t supposed to have that premature stress

I was only 14 with a baby on the way

These are tribulating trials of the bishop or the sage

Ain’t nobody really bout what they say

Y’all got to put yo pride away

Talking like you real you really just fake

I ain’t got too much else to say

Everybody ain’t yo homie they just play pretend

All of your blood ain’t family don’t you say we kin

I would rather be your enemy so I ain’t got to say we tight

You talked to that officer that read your cousin his rights

Real can tell what’s real I can tell that you a bitch

Trying to get a hand out you gone lose a limb

Moral of the story you don’t work then you don’t eat

I got family stealing from me they don’t mean nothing to me

I can’t have no basic bitch I promise you that I’m a cheat

You know all of us got problems I burn mine inside a leaf

Moral of the story I be out the way

Moral of the story everyone a snake

Moral of the story y’all won’t do the race

Moral of the story I could put you on some game

All of y’all looking like bitches as far as I can see

You know what I’m saying

Boss mane bishop 2 in this bitch mane

Boss mane bishop 2 in this bitch mane what’s happening indacut ent

H town in this bitch mane

Y’all got my name in y’all mouth y’all better clean that shit the fuck out homie

Step like you flex I can tell that you just rapping

Pussy you ain’t trying to plex you ain’t really bout no action

Bitch my mind is militant I got plenty ammunition

It’s survival of the fittest I got animal ambition so

What you trying do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do

Most these rappers talking like they really bout that life

I got battle scars from trapping plus my mama smoking ice

I done been through so much shit peep game a mile away

Hundred rounds in this clip get the fuck up out face

Y’all sure act like y’all ain’t pussy who the fuck you killing tho

Boss mane bishop in this bitch we up them

sticks like gryffindor

Art of war I’ll catch you when you ain’t expecting shit

Don’t walk what you talking and that mean that you a bitch

Step like you flex I can tell that you just rapping

Pussy you ain’t trying to plex you ain’t really bout no action

Bitch my mind is militant I got plenty ammunition

It’s survival of the fittest I got animal ambition so

What you trying do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do

Shoot me like you said you will you don’t got the heart

You’s a fucking pussy you would cry over that charge

So what you trying to do you trying to beef over a bitch

That’s your baby mama she got ran through by the clique

Actually I’m sorry for you you bitch made as fuck

You was raised by both your parents why you flex you daddy’s gun

That’s some pussy shit you don’t get no respect you want attention

If you bout that shit you talkin then pull up with ammunition

Step like you flex I can tell that you just rapping

Pussy you ain’t trying to plex you ain’t really bout no action

Bitch my mind is militant I got plenty ammunition

It’s survival of the fittest I got animal ambition so

What you trying do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do bitch

What you trying to do bitch what you trying to do

H town in this bitch indacut ent homie real talk boss mane bishop 2 in this bitch

Boss mane bishop 2 in this bitch homie

What’s happening

H town in this bitch homie

Hey who the fuck calling my phone right now

For real

Third coast all day mane you already know the deal

What’s happening

I’m a do whatever I want to do and I ain’t got to ask

I’m a do whatever I want to do and I ain’t got to ask

Give any fucks about police I’m only trying to get the cash

I need big guap I ain’t trying to sell you any grams

Sipping big wok sold them but I never popped a xan

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still Indacut

Got to calibrate my scale then I bag the molly up

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still rolling blunts

Came up with illegal cable both my parents selling drugs

Jp hit me up like what’s the word I got some new

I hit up my Patna line we got some work to move

I got school buses from Montreal the hulks came from Dubai

If the press come out too chalky then the plug might have to die

See these junkies ain’t too smart but they picky bout they dope

I ain’t fucking with the fentanyl just cause the ticket low

Straight Alprazolam double stacked (double stacked)

Mama only taught me how to trap (how to trap)

I learned my own lessons made mistakes but it’s all good

That shit turned me to a man you know my father never could

I seen brothers cross each other plus my baby mama fake

Had to turn into a cobra just to kill the other snakes

I’m a do whatever I want to do and I ain’t got to ask

Give any fucks about police I’m only trying to get the cash

I need big guap I ain’t trying to sell you any grams

Sipping big wok sold them but I never popped a xan

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still Indacut

Got to calibrate my scale then I bag the molly up

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still rolling blunts

Came up with illegal cable both my parents selling drugs

Granny asked me what I had that vacuum sealer for

So I lied right to her face so she don’t think I’m selling dope

Brought some edibles to class after school I’m selling acid

I was in that gray Corolla with a pistol and a package

Pour the drop (pour the drop)

Give me top (give me top)

Fuck the cops mane

I’m just trying to make it to the top

Swear it ain’t no love in the streets just do whatever you got to do

Got to earn respect but you don’t get it like a lot of dudes

Truly it’s pathetic you think your opinion matters

Only promise made is death so keep trying to climb the ladder

See this money don’t make you real and all these hoes irrelevant

You’s a rookie imma vet there isn’t no comparison

I’m a do whatever I want to do and I ain’t got to ask

Give any fucks about police I’m only trying to get the cash

I need big guap I ain’t trying to sell you any grams

Sipping big wok sold them but I never popped a xan

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still Indacut

Got to calibrate my scale then I bag the molly up

Ain’t shit change bitch I’m still rolling blunts

Came up with illegal cable both my parents selling drugs

We done seen it all too many problems in the streets

I was down bad not a soul was there for me

And that’s why I’m good alone always riding one deep

I don’t need no codefendant all I really need is me

All I know is struggle we survive

All I know is hustle to get by

All I know is thugging every night

All I know is I’m a be alright

2013 I was only 16 with a toddler I was trying to get this money any means

I had mason jars of dope jugging off a slide phone I was running out of hope you know that I was dead broke

I got it on my own wasn’t no one there

Fuck it I’ll be good alone blowing smoke into the air

Goin 90 when I slide I ain’t lettin up

Seen my mama doin time she told me boy go run it up

We done seen it all too many problems in the streets

I was down bad not a soul was there for me

And that’s why I’m good alone always riding one deep

I don’t need no codefendant all I really need is me

All I know is struggle we survive

All I know is hustle to get by

All I know is thugging every night

All I know is I’m a be alright

Bottom of the bottom where they got em if they spot em

I got way too many problems to be listening to drama

Boss Mane Bishop swanging wide on the vard

All I wanted was a slab now I’m breaking boys off

Strapped all the time ain’t bouta take no loss tonight

I’m just tryna get what’s mine keep all the fake shit out my sight

It’s lord bishop Solomon aka the fucking don

Young megalodon or the greath leviathan

We done seen it all too many problems in the streets

I was down bad not a soul was there for me

And that’s why I’m good alone always riding one deep

I don’t need no codefendant all I really need is me

All I know is struggle we survive

All I know is hustle to get by

All I know is thugging every night

All I know is I’m a be alright

Hey you don’t got to listen to to what everybody else talking about you feel me do whatever you got to do

Fuck the bullshit you feel me

Everybody got something to say when they ain’t doing shit you know what I’m saying

H town in this bitch mane indacut ent what’s happening

Really come from nothing how the fuck I’m supposed to get it

I done kept it solid I know everyone else didn’t

Acting like we homies never trusted in my vision

How the fuck are you my friend all you talk about is bitches

Man I’m cool off that I ain’t trying to waste all of my time with you

Never that bitch you know it’s bishop not barthalomew

I don’t really need any friends I’m cool

I don’t really need any one of you

I done seen it all homies flipping over greed

Probably pistol whip you till you motherfucking bleed

Could have been you shit it could have been me

So much trauma in my chest that’s why I’m burning all this weed

Hit me on the low I’m with my bitch yeah

She don’t even know that im a kingpin

Man it get lonely when you trying to get rich

I done cut off half my family and all of my friends

Sacrificed a lot I got to better my position

If that means all of my problems getting solved with ammunition

I could give a fuck about a bond I’m on a mission

That go double for the law how the fuck they killing children

Call yourself a man? I wouldn’t say that

You don’t understand that I’d rather see you flat

Getting carried on a stretcher mama screaming bring him back

He deserved his misfortune only Gs where I be at

Money power respect tell me is it worth it

Remember I would steal it feel better when you earn it

But I get it it’s survival of the fittest in the streets

I would do whatever to make sure the kids eat

Really come from nothing how the fuck I’m supposed to get it

I done kept it solid I know everyone else didn’t

Acting like we homies never trusted in my vision

How the fuck are you my friend all you talk about is bitches

Man I’m cool off that I ain’t trying to waste all of my time with you

Never that bitch you know it’s bishop not barthalomew

I don’t really need any friends I’m cool

I don’t really need any one of you

Wonder where I’d be if I ain’t never started rapping

I can’t really say I made it could have died in line of action

Word around town I’m moving up to bigger fractions

I don’t know you well enough I’ll probably tell you that they capping

You a big rat I guess I’m a viper

In the concrete jungle I’m a mother fucking tiger

Homie claim he real but I know that he a liar

Shit me too my girl don’t know my side on speed dial

Fuck it this my life I’m a tell it like it is

Baby I’m not perfect but I promise I’m a live

Trying to cheat back I ain’t worried bout shit

I’m too focused on the money to be loving any bitch

Granny keep on telling me I need to go to church

That shit ain’t for me I’d rather get it from the dirt

Half the people in the church honestly they really worse

Than the devil himself man religion is a curse

Let me chill out y’all don’t want to hear it

Even if it’s true I know that god is who you fearing

Probably think I’m evil cause my mind a little different

But my soul is pure I promise I’m just out here trying to get it

Really come from nothing how the fuck I’m supposed to get it

I done kept it solid I know everyone else didn’t

Acting like we homies never trusted in my vision

How the fuck are you my friend all you talk about is bitches

Man I’m cool off that I ain’t trying to waste all of my time with you

Never that bitch you know it’s bishop not barthalomew

I don’t really need any friends I’m cool

I don’t really need any one of you

I know a lot of people going through a lot of shit right now but you know what I’m saying just keep your head high keep going

Do what you got to do

Get that fucking money you feel me keep grinding

Never let up

I been at the bottom just like you you feel me

I know what it’s like

You ain’t got nobody but yourself you just got to keep going harder

H town

Indacut ent homie

I’m a go against the grain ain’t no limit on what I’m a do

I swang to the left then I swerve to the right

I don’t want to know your name I’m just trying to get inside of you

Got pain in my chest syrup get me through this life

I ain’t talking to you if it ain’t about no money

I ain’t talking to you if it ain’t about the hundreds

I ain’t talking to you chasing pussy over money

I ain’t talking to you and you know that’s how I’m coming

Rock with a g I’m pouring wok in my sprite

I got hitters in my city and they got me for life

I ain’t bout to say any names

Half of em running from a case

Baby I’m a ball don’t think I need your ass around

Well respected down in Houston pull up any side of town

In a city where they’ll rob you for only a quarter ounce

When it come to loyalty I might just shoot your ass down

Boss mane bishop in this bitch mane

Most of y’all ain’t really doing shit mane

I might cop a new crib just so I can flip it

I’ll cut anybody off that’s interfering with my business

I’m a go against the grain ain’t no limit on what I’m a do

I swang to the left then I swerve to the right

I don’t want to know your name I’m just trying to get inside of you

Got pain in my chest syrup get me through this life

I ain’t talking to you if it ain’t about no money

I ain’t talking to you if it ain’t about the hundreds

I ain’t talking to you chasing pussy over money

I ain’t talking to you and you know that’s how I’m coming

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