Can't Stop

[Verse 1:] Thank you Yea You reap what you sow I been stuck on these roads They been belling my phone Getting rid of my load What you know about nights all on my own Boy king I fight for my throne Been outchea like E.T no phoneline to call home That shit I write from my dome That shit I rap from my zone That shit I rep for my clique I click it back that's my chrome Been chucking MCs like stones Been crushing them bones Been there I said I done that I still got the T-shirt at home What you know about me? I'm a little prick I'm a little sly I'm a little slick If I don't trust you, don't trust me You don't wanna slide You don't wanna slip I was in the hood I was on my face Then I got up Went and got paid I went and got a fade Went and got a fresh Went and got laid My lighty just do drugs My white chick don't do thugs My brownin just do me My murder mummy don't do hugs My Jack boys do plugs Do screw masks do gloves But im just tryna do music Tryna get up outta that mud Do shows all across town They digging how the boy sound I'm the boy king and its a boy ting And I'm tearing all of this down I'm old school I'm OG You high note I'm low key I'm big ink big homie You monkey face emoji I'm southside I'm kicking back Tryna bring my city back Fake niggas was running it I'm stand up I couldn't sit with that I represent like FM DJ Jukess he select them Dinner dates in the west end She sleep with me but we just friends