Posse

I been fucking different bitches doggy
Now my competition wanna Dog me
But I know they talking
I been eating psybocillin mushrooms theirs shittake

Tryna come up with my posse
Cause it's no one that can top me
Royalty Gang gone keep dropping

First up I been grinding now my cards is looking glossy (yuh)

I know they ain't really mobbing they fake hard and they keep with the talking (yuh)
Say they fill crypts up with bodies (Aye)
Gone put a beam on the shotty (gahhh)
Most of these hoes ain't on the shit they be talking
In a wheelchair claim they walking
ID I still ask em who's calling
Why if I don't wanna talk to nobody

Prolly cause everyone capping (fax)
Give them a chance and thеy still gonna act
Most of your brothers gone say they with that
Thеy fingerprints hit every chamber in strap
And they ain't boutta blast but they say you get clapped
Come and try me lil pussy get left with the trash

First things first ian really bout that life
I just gotta let these bitches know they shouldn't try
Not a shook one that's cause none of my lyrics are lies
So you fuck with the posse you harder to find

Hit up Hatake I know he gone ride
5x my fam and they really gone slide
You gone get checked not no verified
I'm gone keep grinding better my life

May have seen a cell but you don't got mob ties
May have been to jail but you not gone fight
May have bought a mic but you not gone rhyme
You gone waste yo time one song on 6 lives

Smoking these blunts but they don't get me high
Roll up another let's go for a drive
Most of your folk gone waste time with they lies
And my brothers write 6 songs made every night

Started this album in November
I might spin these tracks like a propeller
Imma chase a bag you prolly boutta go get her
On my RPG shit I'm a protector
On my projecter where I go get herb
Clean routes so my dogs ain't old yeller
If you do not fuck with me then you hate on the old fellers
Farming these carrots to scam the gold sellers