Blasphemy

(Young rich squad)
Yeah, yeah
(Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)

Bring it back to the days when I ain't have no food in my stomach
Only the realest come from it
Don't dream, I just wanted this life, ain't all funny
I had to get to the money
I went straight to get it and bought me a mic
Now every day, boy, I write
I live just what I say, I don't get indecisive
These niggas invasive, best get out my life (bitch)
'Cause I ain't fuckin' with you, you ain't actin' right
Niggas be talkin' a lot, but it's actions that matters
All I see is steak filet on my platter
Out in Houston eatin' shrimp with the cabbage
Yeah, I'm single, but it's money I marriage, yeah
Haha, let me talk about it
Let me talk about how my niggas done turned up against me (what?)
I'm in the garden with snakes and this pistol defend me (boo boo)
How I'm different 'cause I'm rockin' this Fendi
You ain't get it on your own and you empty
And what the fuck wrong with these niggas? (What the fuck wrong with these niggas?)
I don't need to make songs with these niggas (I don't need to make songs with these niggas)
I can do this shit all with no features (do this shit all with no features)
I'm in Puerto Rico on the beaches (Puerto Rico on the beaches)
You ain't more than the nigga that teach you
All these rappers, they sit on the bleachers
Watch me preachin'
A lot of y'all bitin' my style
I've been seen that shit for a while (damn)
And they say I be bitin' y'all, yeah (the fuck?)
That shit is blasphemy, nigga (that shit is blasphemy, nigga)
Tooters, they blastin' me, nigga (tooters, they blastin' me, nigga)
Niggas ain't passin' me, nigga, I'm (boo boo boo boo, bitch)
The original, OG, smokin' dody
This an old beef (bitch), fuck the police (yeah)
Niggas know me (yeah), keep a poley (ha ha)
Haha, man this shit funny my g, uh
Gettin' this money my G, uh
I'm out in Sunnyside Queens
Gettin' honey, no bees, uh

Yeah, haha (woo)