I’m Fine lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Free the gang, free Bandz
R.I.P. my n*gga Jocc, long live, you know
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Foenem been shooting at n*ggas since I can remember, and I do not see no contenders (Grrah)
n*ggas rat like master Splinter, turning to chicken tenders (Grrah)
I ain't got no Tinder 'cause of attention, I'm the sinner (Ayy)
We catch a opp and knock his head off, then return to sender (Yeah)
Momma had me in the trenches, two feet tall, more like 20 inches (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't always had dinner, always had a coat in Winter
These n*ggas talk like b*tches, 'scuse me, you meant talk like women
Flaming sh*t like embers, you will exit if you enter (Bah)
Even if you with yo' n*ggas, you coming wit' them, you gon' leave wit' yo' n*ggas (Uhh)
Clip on me, leaving no witness
We don't forgive sh*t, we just forget sh*t (Ayy)
He runnin' this b*tch, you won't get sh*t
This clip knockin' a n*gga off Atlas (Grrt)
My automatic pistol, n*gga, you gon' have to map it (Grrah)
I can't go 50/50 wit' you, but I let you have it (Ayy)
No ho can't hit the city wit' you, nothin' more than smashin' (Ayy)
You better have yo' Glizzy wit' you, if you don't, you slackin' (Right)
'Cause we don't post no videos when we catch n*ggas lackin' (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
We get to packin', put the mag' in
Scotty, I'm too hottie (Uhh)
You brother come up missin', found wit' maggots in his body (Ayy)
I book a room with the [Boly's?]
Hop in the Jag', do the dash with no car key (Ayy)
I f*ck a b*tch in a car in the dark, then I'm dropping that ho off at Arby's (Ha)
Spilling all this purple on me, look like Charles Barkley
My gun my son, it sit up front, it do not need a car seat
It's a man's world, but pus*y run a patriarchy (Damn)
How you don't know me, and don't like me?
Boy, you hate me hardly
Oh, you must be starving
Oh, you had it hard then
You pus*y now, and even in kindergarten, I had some heart then
I never face defeat, but when I do, I stand on all ten
You know you b*tch as well as I do, so just take a loss then
I did my crawling now I'm walking, Crawfish where I walk in (Ayy)
I'm eating shrimp and facing 'woods until I'm in a coffin
I told that b*tch the face is good, but you do too much talkin' (Shh)
Foenem just called in, he see a mark, then I turned to a marksman

[Verse 3]
On a set, n*gga dissing on a gang and he get wet
If you ain't get the message, then can get a TEC
Do not need exposure, I just need the check
He ain't poppin' yet 'cause he too busy sending threats
And I just came back, and my foot on you n*ggas necks
They lying 'bout my dirt, and throwin' dirt on me, what's next?
I might pull up flex arms up like T-Rex
I might pull up flex arms up like T-Rex