Big Homie Flock

[Verse 1] The trap hot, it’s on fire Eat a rap nigga like a Busy Bee plate I run my hood, no marathon Took off for a minute now I’m back on That base bigger, my dreads longer My niggas realer, my weed stronger Smoking gas packs, that body builder Money talks, I don’t fucking hear you [Verse 2] You can’t dress, you ain’t got swag You a walking label, you a signed artist Got my own label, fuck these niggas With the middle fingers, I’ma die rich I'm a gangbanger, so it’s fuck the prison What critics say I ain’t talking money, I keep 1 K Don't make me transform to my old ways Keep black doors on me like OJ I’m turnt up off no drugs You turned down, you getting no love Love the energy so I’m in the crowd, acting wild They know I go hard, bitch I’m Debbie's child One phone call, send them killers at you That's speed dial I was facing 10 years at the same time Joey beat his murder trial R.I.P. to Cal, that’s a fallen soldier Still collecting pennies, I’m a humble nigga Never join forces, make my own way I keep cake, no birthday Fuck a off day, competition, I eliminate Follow street laws, don’t litigate I delegate, you follow I’m on my own shit, you borrow Last nigga tried to rob me got shot, now he suing me for a half a mill That’s real shit Big Homie Flock Squad