[PROD. MEEJ. X GLOKEYYYY]

(LYRICS.)
Shoutout to Dream.
I got a few things to “get off my chest”.
“First it’s a bulletproof vest”.
Yall been Testing me like my name Johnny I feel just like Robbie these Chains hanging down from my neck.
He said he gangsta whenever he rapping but paid for a Ghost Writer verse from a Vet.
“Raphael” Red on my body but don’t get it twisted, I’m Passed tryna Throw up a set.
I left a baddie, she aint understand me.
Still call me: Big Sean cuz I “pull up and wreck”.
Foenem ran up in the lunchroom with all of his homeboys and said they’d lead me to my death.
I ain’t no killer, but I’ve been too close.
Like his last name was Armstrong, he ended up Stretched.

“You tryna kill me, come do it.”
“You tryna kill me, come do it.”

I was like eight.
I was like eight when my cousin said “DJ don’t 
talk to a Jake”.
Momma said I gotta get out the crib, but I’m way too locked in for the convos and dates.
Ion know why some of yall keeping track of my page.
I know that most of you snakes.
Im sick and tired of hoes tryna tell me they love me, I know that they lie to my face.
Lately been trapped in my mind but I think that I found it, I think that I found my escape.
Flooded my neck and up next it’s my wrist, imma show the whole world how a bezel can break.
I mix the Jordan with BB my waist and Amiri my pants and the jacket an Ape.
Ion know why she keep texting my phone for attention, I already said it’s too late.

I took a trip to Atlanta, I step in Designer.
I got Two Broads Now.
Me and my brothers was scammers, we ain’t in the slammer.
We don’t need fraud now.
I had to trap out the dungeon, my phone line been buzzing.
I’m Full Sail to God now.
I had to trap out the dungeon, my phone line been buzzing.
I’m Full Sail to God now.

“You tryna kill me, come do it.”
“You tryna kill me, come do it.”
“You tryna kill me, come do it.”

COME DO IT. | (PART II.) [PROD. MEEJ. X GLOKEYYYY]

MEEJ.