Surgery By NoCap
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Oh, what the *** you mean, you ain’t heard of me?
Stepped in the game and gave it surgery
I told my mama I was sorry
You don’t know half of my story
*** all this fame, I want my privacy
This for them young niggas, probably die up in that [?]
Them words you said to me probably the only thing I can’t believe
Too many niggas rattin’, I bought a trap and put it overseas
The hood quarterback, I put my *** up at wide receiver
I trap right down the street from where my auntie live
My *** a ***, I can’t die, I’ma throw this *** and live (Ayy)
I just came home from the can, ’bout to buy another Benz
I be so stuck, I’m booted up, this *** like Timberlands
Came in the game, it was layin’ on the ground
Put my hands in his chest, started pumpin’ up and down
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathe, breathe
Ayy, I brought the game back
I still would lay up with that ***, she *** my partner, I ain’t mad
If the promoter ain’t got like fifty, it’s a no-show
This for my young niggas who down at them corner stores
It ain’t no safety no more
‘Fore Lil Top had signed a ***, I was walkin’ with thirty-eight racks
I was already pourin’ up eighths of purple ‘fore I talked to Lamar Jackson
I was already walkin’ on the moon, ***, before Michael Jackson
I’ma get me a ***, then I’ma buy her a body filled up with plastic
She want extensions, I got extensions on all my guns
You is the realest, I really think that you’re the one
Cartier glasses see-through, it’s like I bought ’em for no reason
I don’t promote violence, but I told him to leave his phone while he creepin’
I’d hate to be the reason, he love God, but he gon’ keep sinnin’
Young *** end up dyin’, it ain’t his fault
You can’t blame him, he just wanted cars with beats in ’em (Yeah)
Damn, I hate bein’ famous, shackles on my wrist and ankles
Gave you love and then you leave, all I wanted was a thank you
This is for my *** slangers, this is for my gangbangers
Jail’ll never make me better, time brought more anger
