chorus
Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (Who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
verse
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys(trap guys)
They can't put the drillin' away (way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy
You might be a villain today (villain today, hey)
verse
Ask God, why I didn't get a answer? (Why?)
Why I lose my brother to bullets? (Why?)
Why I lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers (Why?)
Why young niggas straight out Atlanta? (Why?)
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep getting all of these chances? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers (hey)
verse
Speak your mind and you might get canceled (canceled)
Pinky ring, and it cost me a phantom (phantom)
Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (whack 'em)
Dirty money, the safe is the hamper (dirty money)
Yeah my bitch, she a star, and I stamped her (stamped her)
P.E. Jordan three, that's a sampler (P.E.)
verse
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
Gotta kill you, nigga, if it's me or you (hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (fire)
Got away from the haters, say, "Hallelujah" (bye)
Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you (crazy)
It's okay 'cause they know that I come to do it (hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V)
Bitches geeking and tweaking, I hit a U (geek)
Wrist is hitting and glistening, this shit a movie (glistenin')
If it's smoke at the door, then I'm tending to it (smoke)
verse
Watch when I step, Murakami my belt (hey)
Angel on my shoulder but the devil on the left (devils)
I got a mill', not a mill' for my shelf (million)
I do it alone, I own myself (alone)
verse
Nigga, stay home 'fore your dome get left (bow)
Niggas playing dirty, hit below my belt (dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (show)
Do that shit again, I had to show myself (hey)
chorus
Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way (still in the way)
verse
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all
I'm still having space (yeah, space)
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess
But I'm still stuffing my face (yeah, yeah)
She got a natural wrap, like a natural do (it's lit)
Like the blunt, she don't like that shit laced (woo)
verse
I was outside of the building, I'm owning the spot
Want a B, then you gotta have faith (ooh)
Ever since we lost bro, ain't really much more I can take
I pop a ten when it's late, momma told me to pray
I do that 'cause you know I can't play (let's-)
chorus
Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talking 'bout popping, I promise I'm feeling a way (who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Maneesh Bidaye, Anderson Hernandez, Kiari Cephus, Isaac De Boni, Tom Levesque, Douglas Ford