Shame lyrics

[Verse: 38 Spesh]
Huh, these n*ggas won't get me for the summer
Send me to the hunnids
Bulletproof the last V strictly for the gunners
Mission for the smokers, mission for the runners
Brought white to the town, n*gga, Christopher Columbus
They ain't want see the plan to be the man
I have to offer peter pan, three hundred grams
When they was free eatin' clams we was in the can
Now I want piece of lamb to feed the fam
It's plain to see you can't change me
Grindin' seven days straight in the same tee
By day three n*ggas say I'm crazy
I tell 'em bein' broke is somethin' I can't be
Been shinin' since '98 in a GS4
TVs in the head with the VCR
Now the Porsche Panamera got the DVR
I tell her press record and cut the TV off
I used to be ignored from a greasy whore
I told her she gon' hurt more when she see me on
I'm hard as the wall they paint graffiti on
Big thick chain with the Nefertiti charm
I ain't askin' for help
n*ggas try and Jew me down, now I'ma tax it myself
They try to shoot me down, keep the Mac on the shelf
And I stay Louis down, n*gga, from the backpack to the belt (Huh)
n*ggas lack what I felt, that's pain
Rappers get a couple plaques in they belt and act strange (Act strange)
What that mean to me is they team is sweet and these n*ggas never seen the streets
I was produced by gangstas, Prem' and P
Throw your CD out the V like Queen Latif'
I give every rapper sixteen a piece, that's means for beef
Now it's time to clean the streets
The tweet said I left Chris needin' me
If I'm reckless my ex-b*tch need some teeth
Wanna have breakfast on a Tahitian beach
These n*ggas can't F with me, capeesh?