FLOOR 13 (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Colson Baker/Brandon Allen/Earl Johnson/Chris Malloy Jr./Stephen Basil

Composed by：Colson Baker/Brandon Allen/Earl Johnson/Chris Malloy Jr./Stephen Basil

F**k

I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of s**tty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot

Missin' me

Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me the Gunner

I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me

Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill

Grew up scrappin' and I still will

We can take it back to 2012

I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill

Take it back to Cleveland when they gave Chase 17 years no plea deal

2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby

I bet they can feel the feet still

Point out my enemies soon as they mention me

Call an assembly pick up a pen and put you out your misery

Written in history it was gonna happen eventually

I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically

For everything that I went through mentally

When it felt like everybody in the world was against me

When all the critics and every article tried to offend me

My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary

We ain't playin' it's deeper than the fame

People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name

Two chopsticks no lo mein

Hollow tips got no name

Bust them s**ts with no aim

Like it's Bird Box

But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face

The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody

I got off on floor 13 no in between

I roll my w**d with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chopped his face like Constantine

Constantly get déjà vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of s**tty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot

Missin' me

Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me the Gunner

I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me

What would this generation of hip-hop be

Without me here to piss y'all off

I see the blogs I read the comments

I'm confused I need to pause

Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off

While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf

I sold 40 million records I ain't even 30

Give me 20 seconds I'll list 10 movies that I've been in

One legend that tried to f**k with me and then got the venom

One publication that said that I would never be in it

One agent that told me without her my career is finished

And I couldn't give a single f**k inside my cerebellum

Y'all award shows suck go tell 'em

We ain't suckin' no d**k in the 216

Brought O's to the land like Beckham

On the 13th floor with a weapon

I heard that they coming yeah let 'em in

I got somethin' for 'em yeah please forgive my sins

Blood on my Ralph Lauren yeah I can't wash this s**t

Wake up say good morning yeah like I forgot

Got off on floor 13 no in between

I roll my w**d with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chopped his face like Constantine

Constantly get déjà vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

Casie Baker：

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