Periodic Table lyrics

[Verse 1]
Where's the love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna f*ck
Ain't the favorite on your undercard
The livest n*gga under God
So don't make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run to Baltimore
I hustle more than that n*gga in the corner store
Cornerstone
I'ma be the n*gga that they calling for
Soaring of
Like that n*gga Mike in his Jordan 4's
When I'm coming down only time I'm falling off
Get a calling card, lil' n*gga saw a broad, f*cking talk
I'ma be a statement for that global Forbes
This that magic sh*t like Dumbledore
This that lavish sh*t y'all tumble for
n*ggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, man I'm hot
I got the sun involved
I don't want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like a f*cking star

[Chorus]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done f*cked up, right?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a n*gga with money, huh?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
[Verse 2]
I'm from the city where the skinny n*ggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny, will I drive?
Its how real n*ggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
f*ck the other side
See my shots is ill-advised, tell 'em n*ggas get inside
It's dark outside, it's narcs outside
Trife n*ggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, damn I'm blessed just to see 25
But I'm stressed, see the heat in my eyes?
Keep the heat on my side 'cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain't high, I'm just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, f*ck that, and I ain't keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

[Chorus]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
Them every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done f*cked up, right?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a n*gga with money, huh?)
You f*ck around and lick a shot, boy