Poked The Bear

757 to 804
Brand new kid, ain’t like befo’
Brand new scars, no Al Capo
Grew more horns than Shenando’
This for the hoes, might fuck ya bro
I was on da Gram getting comfortable
Boutta drop more fire, heat on the stove
F-Fuck they do in Chesterfield?
’Cause where I’m from, we raising hell
It ain’t shit to cop a bail and free my nigga from the cell
N-Niggas a joke, no Key and Peele
B-Buying estate, we keep it real
He said he ain’t take it lightly
Let’s fight him and see, no orange peel
I’m the prince, no Machiavelli
I got cheese, no macaroni
In the A, saw Lil Tony
No Mexican, want Rigatoni
Breakin' bottles, bitch baloney
I don’t even think of you, I swear to God you so below me
Want a bully? Buy a pit
Just don’t pull a Michael Vick
Niggas say I’m fire, but I swear I’m not a Bic
Nigga said he straight, that nigga Swedish Fish
Cheatin' on a ugly bitch
D-Drunk as fuck way from the start, got passed the blunt, I’m Chiefen it
Hanging with some MAGA niggas claiming that you democratic
I stay black on black on black, trust I know you never had it
Rap is like a glass pipe, from time to time I gotta pack it
Heart plushies and story likes, you been a faggot
Rich
I’m in the Rich
I’m in the Rich
They mad I’m rich
I’m in the Rich
I’m in the Rich
I’m in the R-Rich
I’m in the 804
Rich
I’m in the Rich
I’m in the R-Rich
I’m taking flics
I’m in the Rich (rich)
I’m in the Rich (rich)
I’m in the Rich (rich)
I’m in the-
B-Bitches poke the bear and gettin' mad when they bite 'em
In da gym with Cici gettin' pumped so I can fight 'em
B-Bitches got a problem, give 'em paper, tell 'em write 'em
Swear I got the magic, I'ma have to Bonnie Wright 'em
Ion see a badge, stop policin' who I’m likin'
Can you spot her man?
Swiper bitch with all the swipin'
Nigga think he special when he just another lightskin
I ain’t even wanna have to do her, we was tight then
Niggas orange for selling green just tryna get they hunnids blue
D-Desert Eagles, double twos,
Y-Yellin' out “Yo, what it do?”
In the frats with Rick and Meme
D-Drinkin' shit that’s not Fiji
Next year I'ma rush FIJI
B-Business suits and Martinis
Nike Tech, told my 'ccountant write a check
In da gym with Hermès on, ain’t tryna flex, just tryna flex
B-Bitches carry dicks on 'em, ain’t changing sex, just tryna sex
Ain’t tryna get no neck tonight, been feelin' like a turtleneck
B-Been feelin like a turtle neck
New mixtape y’all ain’t heard it yet
Just because I’m born for this don’t mean I’m gonna at succeed this
Just because I’m born for this dosen’t mean I’m gonna at succeed this
So I just wanna say that to the Africoons out there
You’re not me. I told you this before
I told you this before
You are not me, so you can’t do what I do
I’m bout to slap y’all niggas in y’all fucking mouth
Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you JG Presley gon’ turn this bitch up?
Niggas must not know who on the fucking mic
JG Presley turn this bitch up for the 757 to the 804 nigga!
Fah!
Turn this bitch up nigga
I ain’t taking crap
Yes, I really rap
Bitches showing chest, call it tit for tac
Give 'em hella cheese, give 'em hella Kraft
Give 'em Provolone, give 'em Pepper Jack
Feelin' hetero, gimme kitty kat
Beat the pussy up like a lumberjack
Told her it’s Saran, that mean it’s a wrap
Beat her with a shield cause she like to cap
Call 'em Rosa Parks, send 'em to the back
Tell 'em send a beat, tell 'em send a pack
Call these niggas crack, most these niggas wack
Now all we got is fucking Brokeback
Yes, I got a milli and I taste Vanilli
Triple hoodie nigga when it’s gettin' chilly
Michael Jack genes, that mean I’m the Billie
I got roots in Philly, never claimed da city
JG Pres', and the Pres' is for pressed cause these bitches mad pressed
I’ma give 'em more clefts
Wish a nigga would cheat, family at the casket sto'
Easy taking niggas back, ain’t that what yo daddy for?
Cut these ditsy niggas off, niggas be too feminine
Chattin' all that bullshit, wasn’t really listenin'
Had to ground niggas like they nickname Cinnamon
Ash these niggas out with my big, brown Timberlands
I can rap all day, 24/7 nigga
Shout out my sailors that be chillin' in the barracks, nigga
Don’t fuck with birds, y’all be chattin' with a parrot nigga
The cars be BT, had to pay someone to pair it, nigga
What the fuck is the problem?
I get money to solve 'em
Y’all ain’t part of the 99
I be chillin' in fine dine (Okay)
I be in the New York Times (Okay)
I be part of the headlines (Okay)
Ice bling, no hotline (Okay)
Keep it hundred like ten dimes, bitch (yeah)
Bitch, I’m in the Rich
Yeah, okay
Bitch, I’m in the Rich
S-Shout out Rick, Mari, and Jewels
Shout out my VCU crew
We do the win, never lose
I don’t do Ocean Lakes
I swim in Marriott pools
I’m sorry you had a fucked up life
Bitch, I didn’t