“Preparation meant opportunity now I'm popping bytch
Seeing profit pushing potent product to the populace.
eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes, this the life that we chose.
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a n—a getting rich off flows
Middle finger to my foes, sleep with one eye closed”
Omg - he is spitting
and message in those lyrics
“Ay yo
Count it all for dolo, figure out a way to triple it
fukk working with you n—s if it ain't no benefit.
Imma smoke you on your own shyt, that's a normal.
Awful, you think you're on 'til I pull up and off you.
Me and a frenemy can never ever be cordial.
Went too far to ever go back my time will cost you.
No more food on this table son, not even a morsel
So you best protect your neck like '94 Wu.
N—s” going around saying they made Streetz
But I can't remember a move you brought to the table that paid Streetz
Trying to be the first meeting not the next days eat”
who made him mad asf to inspire this lyrical content- bodied.