Live Up to My Name lyrics

[Intro]
J–j–j–just in my zone, I close my figures up
All your hoes chose me, n*gga, calm down

[Verse 1]
Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
This is not a playground – ain't no fist fight, b*tch, I'm blastin'
n*ggas say they lookin' for me like I'm not right here, man
If I tatted tears, I'd be cryin' to my beard, man
b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran
Don't make me turn this red light on your head like you Roxanne
Only talk to bosses, not the second-in-command
n*ggas bringin' talks to me, you better have a plan
'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my name

[Chorus]
Gyah, gyah! Diss The Boy? Are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way, when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and it's not a f*ckin' game

[Post-Chorus]
Gyah, gyah! You and I, we're not the same
Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
She was there with boydem, kicked my front door off the frame
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Trap, trap, trappin' in the rain
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my—
[Verse 2]
Hidin' in the racks
I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
Might drive the Caddy around but I never lack
Baka not with the sh*t? So yeah, who tellin' you that?
I went to jail the day they released Men in Black
When I came out, Timberlake was bringin' Sexy Back
Facts, n*gga! Facts!
I fell in love with my strap
Named my son Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack
Gyah, gyah! Go run and tell that
You n*ggas move like the cops, don't make me pepper your block
Out the window while the whip's movin', that's a hell of a shot
f*ck all my opps, I'll put you n*ggas on FOX

[Chorus]
Gyah, gyah! Diss The Boy? Are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way, when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my—