Dime
In the back this Bentley
I’m Riding round with your Bitch
Riding round with the clique
You done know that we lit

Got too many rhymes
Got too many styles
Why the fuck
Would I waste my time
These bitches think they Roosevelt
But they ain’t worth a dime

Riding round in the Lincoln
Bout to catch you slipping
I’m smoking on that
Pack

Niggas steady fishing
Niggas steady digging

If you try dig up my past
Then you gonna end up missing
There won’t be no snitching
Cause now you 6 feet under
Now your kids they wonder
When daddy’s coming home
That what’s they ask their mother
He ain’t never coming back
I’m just stating  facts
He should’ve never lack
Should’ve had his strap

Three shots to the back
Two shots to the dome
One shot to the neck
That boy is gone

Now he’s a rotten corpse
Fuck your whole family
I ain’t showing no remorse
I do this so causally

I’ll take your life with force
Then I’m out so rapidly
They can’t find the source
On the news as another tragedy


I’m the bounty hunter
He’s just a bag to me
Should’ve charge an extra fee
Now whiles I’m sipping my tea
I’m just counting my bread
Cause that boy is dead
His dreads turn red
Now he lays in rest

Now he lays in the dirt
Your home boy got murk
Whiles i was dumping them rounds
I had the biggest smirk


In the back this  Bentley
I’m Riding round with your Bitch
Riding round with the clique
You done know that we lit

Got too many rhymes
Got too many styles
Why the fuck
Would I waste my time
These bitches think they Roosevelt
But they ain’t worth a dime


In the back this  Bentley
I’m Riding round with your Bitch
Riding round with the clique
You done know that we lit
Got too many rhymes
Got too many styles
Why the fuck
Would I waste my time
These bitches think they Roosevelt
But they ain’t worth a dime