Finish the lyrics and dont report : I'm harder to teach, my heart is a beat And I am a drum, I'm harder to keep
But harder to sleep
I'm scared of the dark, I'm not gonna run
I'm harder to break, but harder to make
You get in my way, I'm drawing my gun
I'm not gonna play, I'm not for the games
I'm not gonna change, put that on my son
Put that on my mom, put that on my sis
Put that on my b, itch and all of my h, oes
Put that on my team, put that on my G's
I say what I mean, you already know

Put that on my city, put that on my Bentley
I got me a Beamer, I wanted a Rolls
Sip on some Henny and ride with the semi
All my ni, ggas with me, I'm calling a toast
(Blah, blah, blah)
Callin' the plug, you callin' the cops
I call you a snitch, you holdin' a grudge
You callin' the judge, you say you a thug
I call you a b, itch, I call you a h, oe
Don't call me your bro, don't call me no more
I call you a trick, I'm tired of the hate
I'm tired of the snakes, I'm tired of your face
You all on my d, ick