CIA

歌詞

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' time (Aw, yeah) (Wow, haha, yeah) Check, check (Yeah) Mic' check, check, check You know what I'm sayin'? This type of shit, bitch Mic' check, check, check (Yeah) I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho (Bitch) Mic' check, check, check (Uh, yeah, yeah) Go eat the bitch up, pussy bitch (Yeah, uh) Mic' check, check, check (The drink was good) Bitch, I need the check, check, check (The Swisher good) Yeah, uh, yeah I did this album off pages ripped out my diary Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me (Yeah, yeah) I hear the deuce around D'USSÉ and he gon' slide with me (Yeah) Need my money back, you can't ever YK Osiris me (Hahaha) Did it all, extortions to the bribery (Yeah) Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me (Nah) Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 (Bitch) Tryna get some pussy bumpin' Jagged Edge I Gotta Be, I'm tryna be Too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split (Yeah) Four ways, cold thangs, no way I die, old age Don't stunt around your homies 'less those niggas make they own lane And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game Shortage on the dough, now this fetti fundin' the campaign Servin' Big Rabbit Rosé, Big Rabbit champagne Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot 'em but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poisonin' they veins Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains Feel like if we link up and squash the beef it won't be the same (Yeah, it ain't the same, nigga) Shoutout Will Gates mane, folks and 'nem gave me hella game (Yeah, yeah, hella game) Kane Train smokin' (Smokin', yeah), remember them nights that I was broke I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen Man, I'm just bein' open, when I was fuckin' up the count Ain't have no Audemar yet, I was rappin' and hopin' (Yeah) And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis Al took me straight to the GRAMMYS, I wasn't expectin' that (Nah) Now if they ask you if you from Gary, they got respect for that (They got respect for that) Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game Shot 'em but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS (Yeah, yeah) Afraid 'cause these devils that infiltrated the rap game Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days (Yeah) Youngings doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS Check, check (Yeah, a'ight) Mic' check, check, check (Don't let that clout fuck you up, nigga) Mic' check, check, check (Uh, bitch) Run me my check, check, check (Uh, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, uh) Mic' check, check, check, bitch They was barely blow, they was barely there Cracker-ass and Instagram, nigga (The CIA) The CIA, nigga, crackers, wherever they Crack, Instagram and AIDS, man (Man, that's the song) That's what they did to us, man That's what we call the CIA