(I feel like a juggernaut) Cancer I feel like a juggernaut Look Everything ain’t nice in the trap (No it ain’t) My brudda I want it all (Gimme that) Look
Everything ain’t nice in the trap My niggas sittin down cus of crack Just go mad kickin doors and banging flats My lil niggas in the can, Murder niggas Can’t forget my bruddas and that’s fact And on my life I wan them back I said trap trap trap I reload all these packs for these cats Been getting money from him and shaq Had these plats I took L’s no cap, flat on my face I stayed at home cus I never had no money for my tank But now I stack get that money right I feel like a juggernaut And anything you got you know my brudda that I want it all Early bird gets the worm and I’m 24 that’s a bummy rule My brudda needed help and I’m there man I bring the swords
And I had to understand the niggas tryna get his cheddar right Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light No bruddas but my knife, myself [?] and I round the town on my pedal bike Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture [?] She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life I spark a loud and I hit this flight Flight to the cloud in my zone when I clear my mind
Look I clear my mind I need that loud I smoke an opp pack The cali [?] The skittles all the scots acc Head busting onc back Dont deal with no wrong back Loyal don’t you mean fam shout gang gang ill sqeeze man I know that my bros got it when he’s moving weird Hes on some Bob Lee swag and no magician hell make you disappear One life so you can’t reappear You better live your life wise I move wise I breath a different air And if you grab the dots you better wear the flare If I wear the skinny jeans I got a long coat I shove it under there I’m never lacking Never scared I’ll happily get it cracking (Always) I feel like Mika 1 2s then I’ll slap it (1 2) Up the double wrapping throwing package perkin off the trapping Got my niggas chatting always yapping focus on the wrapping But I’m fully spazzin, never cappin, always on the mad ting (huh) My younger niggas active they loaded up and clapping (BOW) Got my rambzy in the kitchen Lewis Hamilton when it’s slappin Mr Bean don’t know what happened Watch him Pablo when I’m trapping Merry pop can you imagine scales and jiggys get them cash in What I do to get them racks in I can see them pattys nappin
And I had to understand the niggas tryna get his cheddar right Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light No bruddas but my knife, myself [?]and I round the town on my pedal bike Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture [?] She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life I spark a loud and I hit this flight Flight to the cloud in my zone when I clear my mind