The Unforgiven

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit. Woo. Ain't nobody got no more weed? Aight. Uh [Verse] Seventeen blunts for my seventeen fans Spit more sixteens than I can hold in my hands Controlling ya fans, molding my plans to execute you Bodybags was free when I paid niggas to shoot you Looking at rappers nowadays like who's who? The screws loose, one fist can beat two dudes Top-notch nugget, I can merch it Seen shit without eyes in public Pusspops niggas still searching and they 40-years-old Show you a lot of things, but I won't show you hope Come to my house, man, we blowing the dope Your momma think niggas bagging up soap Shouts to the people that's living smoothly I'm Forrest Whitaker in the forgiving movie Uh, toxic waste got me ready to mop a face No morе words when the chopper spray Uh, lot of rappеrs wishing I was gone But I got big plans to walk out my home for the next five centuries Everything that's happening is meant to be Every nigga that's buzzing in the Chi they went through me Bend the cheese in one fold, I can't settle It is a girl's world, but this a man's ghetto Chop down the brick, hop in the whip to take trips To these rappers just to smack off their lips They won't talk shit on a permanent level I've done knock niggas over the head with rusty shovels Now I upgraded to Gucci, you can lose me With all that bullshit, that's why I run through shit smoothly Niggas drinking the carrot juice Motherfucking big-ass rappers, I ain't never scared to battle you Knocking niggas out with beers And I know these niggas is bitch because the FEDs is near [Outro] Woop woop. I'm out. Damn. Y'all called the FEDs on me? Must've knocked a nigga out, dawg. I'ma cover you, good dawg, you go ahead handle your business. Aight, yo, I'm out