[Verse 1]
Tired of these n***as that just really think they hot
I be in the cut, doing things you never thought
Not selling rocks, robbing n***as, or bustin' em shots (shots)
Flying out them lines that'll get me to the top
Funny n***as think it's funny spittin' with that funny rap
I'm the type of n***a that give them n***as a heart
Georgia's back, n***as really be comin' weak
Well I say this, all (all) hail the Laxx P
Straight up out the south east
Ali, duck, weave, n***a I'm for ya mouthpiece
N***as weak as Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, wordplay
And why you liftin' up that skirt bae?
Man I swear these hoes be thirsty as Gobi
Go play in traffic if you disagree with Laxx P
Free Max B, from where the traps be the classy
Writin' daily, and n***as know that I'm killin' em
I be on the pad, like a period, serious
N***as just ain't hearing' it
They hearing' a beat
And a monotone tone, put your woman to sleep
The black sheep, n***as bitin' these lines
Think I don't hear it
Say get on my level, well homie, I'm not near it
I'm in the stratosphere, boy you lookin' up to me
Speak up, young buck, and then have a seat
I rip out yo guts, we 'bout to have a feast
Like the pilgrims did, when they finally found peace
You say you a g, really 5 letters after it
Lame, hyyerglyphics in my slang, and I mastered it
N***a