Me Too (Feat. Boosie Badazz)

(Al Geno on the track)

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras
Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers
Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef
Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh
Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe
Pockets fat as fuck, why these niggas' jeans on a diet?
Fuck this Lambo' truck, I put out the weed on the tires
It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

They stole my flow, these rappers should call me they big homie
Can't take no chances, I'm in New York with a blick on me
I used to wanna take my laces out and hang myself
Now I make bitches tie my shoe when I got shit on 'em
You out your mind, nigga? Me too
You down to ride, nigga? Me too, yeah
You slingin' iron, nigga? Me too, yeah
You on the grind, nigga? Me too, yeah, me too, yeah
Foreign bad bitch, she know she a good example
Real nigga, I know I'm a good example
Uh, blowin' doja as I do two hunnid in this 'Cat
He got lots of cheese, but that shit don't matter, he a rat
All these .223s make a nigga scream like Kai Cenat
Summer, winter, spring, I done seen things, I'm fallin' back
What I spent up on this jacket cost a nigga life
Left him shakin' in the deli just like Ice Spice
Uh, spend a hunnid on a chain, baby, I might

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras
Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers
Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef
Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh
Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe
Pockets fat as fuck, why these niggas' jeans on a diet?
Fuck this Lambo' truck, I put out the weed on the tires
It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

You slangin' iron, you out your mind all the time? Me too
You take a picture, throw your sign when you shine? Me too
Two Lambos back-to-back, you like to act? Me too
You hate a rat, I hate a rat, I hope they die, me too
Welcome to my side where the power lines hang up your shoe (woah)
Two lives in '99, free my nigga lil' Mook
My niggas on that type of time, so it's all on you
They say, "Big dog, I got them bodies, but I ain't got more than you" (you know a nigga)
Hustlin' to the top, niggas don't wanna see me there
I don't leave no prints on the stick, I wasn't even there
Did a hunnid favors for some real niggas (real niggas)
That's probably why I got a hunnid acres and still a real nigga
From that bloody side (uh-huh), money side
Nigga shoot your ass a hunnid times (hunnid times) and rap about it
Say, lil' nigga, 'fore you jump off, you better think about it
Social media made rattin' cool, they all talkin'

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras
Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers
Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef
Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh
Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe
Pockets fat as fuck, why these niggas' jeans on a diet?
Fuck this Lambo' truck, I put out the weed on the tires
It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

From that bloody side, money side
Nigga shoot your ass a hunnid times and rap about it
Where we come from, the trenches