If I pop up, you better not run bitch My glock like a remote, because I control the switch Locked in, like my name was Ken (like Ken) Setup all the trends (the trends) Put this paper on to pen (to pen) You cannot stop my win, cause I- Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang I reload my gun like it got a playback Say you beefing with the stars, then just say that Riding with the all black Man of steel like Jax Put him in a box like Jack He can never fit my rap He say he’s fitted, boy that’s real cap He ain’t really down with that If he met the CREU then Steph gonna get him, issa a wrap (Aye) Pop out with the Mac-10 (Uh) If the price right, then imma spin (Uh-uh) I’m with the Kappa, i come with the canes (Yessir) My beats so fire, call me Kane (call me Kane) **** all of the new rappers, sounding the same Niggas wanna have my name and all of my fame Bitch we are not the same He sniffing funny like Eddie Kane It made him skip a heartbeat Florida boy, I stay with the heat Keep it steady not way too steep None of these rappers could compete with me Don’t say shit, don’t make a peep Drop him off like a package, he’ll arrive in a week Man, I treat this shit like fun A broke bitch could never get some Even if she got good tongue Take her back to her man and bring her friend to that Huh (huh) huh (huh) If I pop up, you better not run bitch My glock like a remote, because I control the switch Locked in, like my name was Ken (like Ken) Setup all the trends (the trends) Put this paper on to pen (to pen) You cannot stop my win, cause I- Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Two Fold, throw up two fours Roll with two hoes Only worried bout the cream Hardest rapper on scene But I’m from the 850 My niggas always on go T.R.U.Stars is the hardest label Bitch I hope you ****in know Spin the block, then do it again Pop you and your friend There’s no end to my dividends Bitch I’m limitless Bruh this lifestyles like a prophecy you read it like a scripture But my life is like photography, let’s hope you catch the picture I keep the tech There’s no need to stress I know I’m the best They say I’m a murder I guess the beat is next Enemies is steady testing They must not know who I’m reppin The whole damn label be stepping Dressed in all black like a reverend Like Key said, **** what he said If he try me and my family, then I promise he’s dead So I keep the ****ing mop out All yall pussies do is talk now So we pop out with the glock out Bitch you heard what we said, little bitch If I pop up, you better not run bitch My glock like a remote, because I control the switch Locked in, like my name was Ken (like Ken) Setup all the trends (the trends) Put this paper on to pen (to pen) You cannot stop my win, cause I- Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang Roll up, pop out Show out, on gang