Turban

All I need you to do is hand me my turban Godspeed, June 23rd [Verse 1] Ok, Glock 40, 30 shots God bless my opposition I used to not have a pot to piss in Now niggas'll kill to be in my position I'm leaning on 'em Balling out, Willie Beamen on 'em The more cheese I make, the more beef I get But who doesn't love Beefaroni? The time is now, I'm tryna seize the moment Shoulder colder than the North Pole They keep trying to pull me back And then I move forward like a crossbow On point like a bow and arrow In her grill like charcoal No I don't hand her not a red cent That pussy free, no barcode It ain't tricking if you got it I don't understand their logic You just bought that bitch a bag I'm kicked back getting polished Getting spit-shined, sloppy mess I'm so nasty, I confess Close range all in her face I guarantee all my shots connect A trap nigga, no I don't know no other way Tomorrow seems so far away So I'm living like I'm going out today And she throw that back like an option play I'm a crooked nigga but my pockets straight They can't wait 'till I drop a tape I'm in the lawn chair with the 30-30 Chilling in the grass tryna watch for snakes Now either you can co-operate And take a step back out my way Or the doctors gotta go out they way To cut you open and operate No time off, no coffee breaks I'm all in it, it's all I got My plan B is a lb Cop a hundred pounds and then open shop And I'm back at it, God forbid Against everything that I taught my kids But I'm not going back broke I really hope that their hearts forgive Poor me, shut up bitch you can't judge me You don't know me I just disappeared for a couple weeks And then bought a Benz with the proceeds Cause I'm servin' Hand me my turban [Hook] All I need for you to do is hand me my turban All I need for you to do [Verse 2] Ok I might clean up on 'em Spider-Man flow, I might swing down on 'em Mr. Trip, calling niggas out Fully automatic, press speed-dial on 'em Freaky ass bitch tryna reach out to me Go ahead baby girl reach out for me Homegirl say she want to ride my mic I just might let her freestyle something Still spending money from this life of crime Shining like this little light of mine I swear I want to turn my life around But that money calling and I like the sound I'm 'bout more checks than Nike Town Ridin' dirty, bitch wipe me down Let me teach you niggas how to grind Grab a pencil, write this down You had your shot, it's a new day I got this covered like a duvet, or a toupee Check your watch for me The time on it should say "too late" Terrace flow, who sane? [?] I'm responsible, bloody murder I know you niggas don't serve no purpose But all I need you to do is hand me my turban [Hook] I say, all I need for you to do is hand me my turban I say, all I need for you to do is hand me my turban