I keep a chopper for the opposition
But I don′t know
(Why)
I keep on tellin' folk
I′m about whatever, dawg
On my mama, I'm prepared to die
Only for my baby mama and my babies
It get brazy if you step 'cross that line
′Cause hell, if I toe that iron
And you touch any one of mine
Bullets come out yo′ spine
Other than that, I keep it peaceful
I won't leave you in pieces
If I got the piece
I′m just tryna push a piece of the profit
Toward my partners poorly policed in the streets
That's pushin′ P
Keep it G
I seen more clips than Pusha T, believe
If you put a couple grams 'front of any my dawgs out the trenches
They′ll show you how to push some keys
No, Alicia, I don't need a feature
I could spit ether lowkey by my lonely
I beseech the people to address me as the leader
Of Mint Condition
Word to Stokely
Would rock a Rollie
But don't ′cause I′m timeless
But if I did, it'd be just to remind ′em
That you could shine
When you wanna, where you wanna
How you wanna, just be clear
The assignment is to
Get a lil' bag
Get out the way
Evade the hoes
Yeah
Get a lil′ bag
Get out the way
Evade the—
(Hol' up)
Chill
Look, keep it player, say your prayers
Keep a sprayer for your foes, yeah
Yeah, but be aware that paper in the air
Ain′t gon' save your soul, on God, 'nem
Now tell me
Which eenie-meenie
Little bitty bopper want somethin′?
(Yeah)
I keep a mini chopper
But I only have it singin′ like the opera
If a demon try to stop somethin'
(Yeah)
Block jumpin′
Every time the queen mother grab the mic
(Pause)
It's on sight, don′t believe the hype
Probably might not could fight
But the jab is nice
(Yeah, yeah)
First-name basis with Beyonce
(Yeah)
She hit us right after we recorded that
(Ayy, yeah)
Don't ever jump fly with the squad
(Yeah)
′Cause you could get checked like a boardin' pass
(Mm)
Real name Martika
(Yeah)
Born in '88
(Yeah)
But I always kept it twelve more than that
(Yeah)
That′s a hunnid
Puttin′ on for the whole 'hood, still stuntin′
(Yeah)
But you know the goal is to
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get a lil' bag
Get out the way
Evade the hoes, yeah
Get a lil′ bag
Get out the way
Evade the—
(Hol' up) Chill
Look, keep it player, say your prayers
Keep a sprayer for your foes, yeah
Yeah, but be aware that paper in the air
Ain′t gon' save your soul, on God, 'nem
