Who

Who gon' pick me up?
Who gon' let me fall?
Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved
Who gon' love me?
My shooters ready
My shooters ready
Go tell 'em I’m blessed
Gotta get in my vest
Done and went and got the VV’s out of my chest
And they-they see me, 'cause I ain’t hidin' my steps
Guys I ain’t tryna impress
Popeyes, cut ties, invest
Mhmmmm-hmm
Heard they talkin' 'bout gettin' me
But I’ve been on a wave
I’ve been on a wave, I’ve been on the seven seas
Stayin' out the way, fell in love wit' pain
Dodgin' all the jealousy
I’ve been on the run
Seven months is all and when they gon' let me free?
I don’t know when i’ma see my mom
I don’t know when i’ma see my dad
Pull up on 'em make the heater mad
See their faces when they see the tag
I got the big, big B’s wit' the Fendi on the back
Made from the streets, you ain’t the trap
Get left in the chapter
Niggas want the fame, it’s this fame that they after
I just wanna change now I changed me a bracket
Hit a few stains as the rain hit the Patek
Put the proud plane and we think about it after
They ain’t fuckin' wit' the gang man it really don’t matter
Fuck it, like fuck that shit
I’m done wit' them, I’m done wit' it
I mean it
Fuck a opp, fuck a cop, fuck you thot
You heathen
Thirty shot, fifty shot
Rrrrrrrrrrr, leakin'
Spin his block, spin his block
Finish it, leave it
Champion Aniekan
This shit ain’t champion, this shit
This shit ain’t rappin', this shit can get deeper
I got oppa’s askin' me for features
I got managers in my DM
Think they cappin' when I don’t see 'em
I’ve been Kaepernick hunnid seasons
Young dolph 400 shots and still breathin'
Ahh-ahh ahh-ahh
So point out an opp when he see 'em
And tell me what’s real when you feel it
Ahh-ahh ahh-ahh
Think he keep me out of her secret
And she know I’m a pimp I can keep it
Who gon' pick me up?
Who gon' let me fall?
Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved
Who gon' love me?
My shooters ready
My shooters ready
Go tell 'em I’m blessed
Gotta get in my vest
Done and went and got the VV’s out of my chest
And they-they see me, 'cause I ain’t hidin' my steps
Guys I ain’t tryna impress
Popeyes, cut ties, invest
Now they wanna know what’s up with me
Ain’t play no games, no time for the fuckery
Fuck you if you don’t fuck wit' me
Ran it up hard work, ain’t do nun lucky
Now she wanna know why she stuck wit' me
I’m with Solo on the Ave way before all the luxury
Brought the gun in the club wit' me
Are you mind if you drunk and you think 'bout touchin' me
Way before all the rap shit
I was two up in traffic, Scarborough to Brampton
Hittin' ho’s one the mattress
I tried to get a stoley but I leave it for standard
Busted units out the plastic
All I needed was a fish, shoutout KR wit' the stamplist
Told my dawg don’t panic
'Cause in life it ain’t always gonna go as you planned it
All I wanted was the VV’s and-and a sold out show
All she talkin' 'bout is Ceecee and but she ain’t make no dough
If you tell me you don’t need me and then don’t call my phone
And I know they might not believe me
And but I’m good on my own
Who gon' pick me up?
Who gon' let me fall?
Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved
Who gon' love me?
My shooters ready
My shooters ready
Go tell 'em I’m blessed
Gotta get in my vest
Done and went and got the VV’s out of my chest
And they-they see me, 'cause I ain’t hidin' my steps
Guys I ain’t tryna impress
Popeyes, cut ties, invest