If you ain't with me tell me why Tell me why my hands so tired Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride 5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside R-ride with ties Paper trails and dollar signs I smoke that, I smoke that fire T-tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why Tell me why my hands so tired Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride 5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside R-ride with ties Paper trails and dollar signs I smoke that, I smoke that fire Tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why Tell me why my pain still comin' I notice when I'm smokin', bitch, my money never foldin' I got bullets in the trunk, all-all my brothers shoot to kill I-I got properties and trusts, I light that pressure just to feel Spendin' your rent up on this meal Took in that check, I signed that deal Letting–letting off fire, bet I crank that seal Bitch, I take my time when I'm off that pill Who in the fuck said I fell? Get real Seven figure, baby, you will never get here R-Ridin' in the Benz, Sly Cooper in the field And I piss off bitches 'cause I've never been healed See you wanna try to be me but your bank is too lil If you ain't with me tell me why Tell me why my hands so tired Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride 5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside R-ride with ties Paper trails and dollar signs I smoke that, I smoke that fire T-tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why Tell me why my hands so tired Fuck that bitch, she stole my pride 5.56, these bullets knock like police tryna break inside R-ride with ties Paper trails and dollar signs I smoke that, I smoke that fire Tell me, t-tell me why, just tell me why