Is you Kiddin' Me nigga?…

Mad you got hit...

Trapped with no stick...

Is you Kiddin' Me?…

HUH!?

(T.D)

(I Do This Shit For TrellTheGod)

Where I'm from you get popped Coca Cola

Keep the fire and the clip the canola

On God no emotions it's hard to console her

She my rock not enough to a boulder

Cause I'm from the rocks and was raised as a loner

On yo block the gun powder aroma

Cause yo son he a simp like he homer

I sleep next to my ice I'm bipolar

Hold up nigga wait…

Know yo position…

Yea you fold like you paper when you hear the sentence

Aint come from the trenches but cap for the image

When every day I had to struggle Ak & Wano

Lost the work so now the case closed

Plus I got the stick like a message

Aol got good Aim with my weapon

Pullout the stick like a lot

On the scene of the plot

Then I aimed at his top for the guap

But lord forgive me tryna get til I got it

See I'm In the streets with no options

I tried hand to hand but I'm better at robbin'

And this gun gone be batman

M.O.E ENT like somebody drink mixed with a molly

And this shit here for TrellTheGod

While they talk bout how could and they would like they holly

If you see me on set not a probably

I'm straight from the rocks that's what made me

Had to step on yo ass like DaBaby

In the streets bitch yo life can be payment

Nigga mad cause he lost what he came with

Is you kiddin' me

How you trap with no stick but you in the streets

Why you cap bout the trench

Is you kiddin' me

Made you replay the lick tryna mimic me

But you fold with the pole

Is you kiddin' me

I'm straight from the rocks that's what made me

Had to step on yo ass like DaBaby

In the streets bitch yo life can be payment

Nigga mad cause he lost what he came with

Is you kiddin' me

How you trap with no stick but you in the streets

Why you cap bout the trench

is you kiddin' me

Made you replay the lick tryna mimic me

But you fold with The... (Hold Up Hold Up)

Is you kiddin' me nigga

We want out of the streets

You want in this shit with us

Until yo ass get shot like a picture

Then you preach bout keepin' a blick

When you should of

If these niggas was half of the shit that you claimed

You wouldn't be a whole lick or agenda

Yea these niggas be lyin' like they Simba

Got to go on frontline

To see they sweet like they Splenda

Tryna be lookout

Play on the jug I'm the winner

Sick like a cold like its winter

I just knocked off me a dealer

Now you down since I then been up

I stay with the clip no Scorsese

Got the right one today cause I aint weak

I step to a opp like he music

His life like his mind he gone loose it

Bang he got hit thought he had It he don't When he aim cause the kick

Liu Kang with the shit

Treat you like you dirt in the past ima burry you

Take yo life like a number Speakin of numbers

The lost and the pain made me change like I'm variables yea

A clip or a pair of shoes

Hold sticks like its water try me R.I.P like im tearin' you

Then all six like Mariah gone carry you

Games until sticks come to play it get terrible

Then I step on yo ass like a stair or two

I'm straight from the rocks that's what made me

Had to step on yo ass like DaBaby

In the streets bitch yo life can be payment

Nigga mad cause he lost what he came with

Is you kiddin' me

How you trap with no stick but you in the streets

Why you cap bout the trench

Is you kiddin' me

Made you replay the lick tryna mimic me

But you fold with the pole

Is you kiddin' me

I'm straight from the rocks that's what made me

Had to step on yo ass like DaBaby

In the streets bitch yo life can be payment

Nigga mad cause he lost what he came with

Is you kiddin' me

How you trap with no stick but you in the streets

Why you cap bout the trench

Is you kiddin' me

Made you replay the lick tryna mimic me

But you fold with the pole

Is you kiddin' me

Huh...

Mad you got hit...

Trapped with no stick...

Huh...

Is you Kiddin' Me?…

HUH!?

(T.D)

Yea...

Mad you got hit

Huh