2 Nineteen - Mo3

Interviewers be askin' me like, «What's up with you and these rappers in the

city?»

I don’t fuck with none of these bitch ass rappers, nigga, they scared of me,

that’s on gang

Tell 'em I’m ready, don’t hide now (For real)

It’s up and I don’t wanna talk it out (Baow)

Stick dirty, I’m clutchin' it, ridin' 'round

For one of these rappers, I’m finna chalk 'em out (Yeah)

Internet beef, I decline that

But in person, pull up, then I’ll walk 'em down

First we hit up that rapper then hit up that Sprinter

I know all about they lil' hideouts (Yeah)

Dear heavenly Father, I know that I sin

In the city they talkin', they know what I did (For real)

I hit up that rapper, you made him famous

Yeah, he barely made it but will not again (Gang)

All I see is yellow tape and Berettas

Outside, I ain’t lackin', don’t think that I’m is

Might reflect in the mirror, then devil a nigga

Will not tell a soul, just go handle my business

SayCheese tryna get in my business (My business)

I can’t tell him too much, he’s a blogger (He's a blogger)

But he seen that video, nigga (Oh, he did)

So he know that I’m 'bout what I’m talkin' (That's on God)

Laws askin' 'bout a body in Fort Worth (What?)

Had my show but I do not recall it (I don’t know)

You heard that rapper got shot on the tow-way? (Uh-uh)

No, I don’t, who? Whatchamacallit? (Gang)

Yellin' murder, murder

Tell 'em better be careful when we swerve up

They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us

Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

This is murder, murder

Knowin' I ain’t worried when I skrrt it down

Ridin' with that thirty, catch 'em lurking

Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

Heard that they keep talkin' reckless (What?)

Oh, they talkin' outside of they neck? (They neck?)

Heard he put ten on my head (My head)

So his shooter gon' end up in debt (For real)

How you gon' pay for a body (A body)

But tell the police I’m a threat? (You's a ho)

They on IG playin' gangster (What?)

So I will not respond to that mess (Yeah)

Body for body, we catch 'em lackin' right outside of the lobby

Tell 'em come down the block with that thing (Yeah)

Police conviction 'cause these niggas snitchin'

Keep it in the streets, I will not say a thing (No)

This rap shit is politics, I am not with it

They say that it’s smoke but they writin' down names (What?)

This my apology for anybody that jump in my way

Take that to the grave

They say they gon' kill me, well hurry up (What?)

'Cause my son and my nephew gon' murder some' (Brrt)

We catch 'em lackin', they on the run (Yeah)

We walk 'em down with all thirty some' (Thirty some')

I’m in Oak Cliff at my daddy shop (What?)

On Saner with Sean, I ain’t scared of nothin' (I ain’t)

'Cause really, I live what I rap about (I do)

So these niggas know how I’m comin', gang

Ayy, ayy

Please leave me alone, I don’t want no smoke, I don’t want no friction

I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m a scary ass friendly ass rapper

Please leave me alone, these niggas tellin' on me

I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t want to do none of that

Please leave me alone

Yellin' murder, murder

Tell 'em better be careful when we swerve up

They say they gon' murk us, gon' hurt us

Guess I gotta dirt one, go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

This is murder, murder

Knowin' I ain’t worried when I skrrt it down

Ridin' with that thirty, catch 'em lurking

Guess I gotta dirt somethin', go get a shirt for him, uh-uh

Oh, oh, oh, uh-uh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh-uh

I can hear my granny say, «Nuh-uh»

Uh-uh, so uh-uh, yeah

I’m Osama Three Laden, gang, HSM

It’s 2 Nineteen, bitch, RIP RLee

Enjoy life, smile every day, nigga

For real