I Bust one I Hop out ten killers, two BP’s in the parking lot, this shit for real This the shit I can't even talk about, niggas get to playin' with that cheese We done lost my top, show you how to cook a quarter key up in a coffee pot Can't no nigga call my pain, no nigga call me out Drop a brick on him like I be about Stalin, uh-huh Yeah, I used to hide the books at T.T. Tyrone My celly's first plea was 30, I watched him cry about it I was dead broke, out here grinding, I wasn't around no nigga To scratch my back, I'm scratching the streets up in this Wraith Like back to back, I'm back to back I'm like a chiropractor, 50K in cash, got thigh pads I don't like a linebacker, .357 Glock, I dropped the rock But I ain't tryna wrestle $250, 000 all profit, got her mind scattered Quit talkin' 'bout a hundred thousand, I'm beyond that Nigga, I done ran up some millions with my comrades Nigga, I'm like— I'm on the East Side, smokin' bowls like they dime bags I don't like gettin' my dick sucked in the car 'cause I drive fast Glock 10mm, 29, this bitch compact I flew here for 250 pounds, but I'm gon' drive back Wanna get some money? Come on, let me show you where the sign at Ayy, just follow me real quick, money Get you together real fast She ain't need no long process or nothin', my nigga Yeah, we turned up and I'm in it My nigga, just follow me I might lose my head, I'm fuckin' hard on body, uh I don't wanna hear about your Lambo trucks or Maybachs I already bought 'em 100 bowls in my luggage, I'm flyin' through Delta I pray the dog don't sniff it My goal was to make a mil', I did, now I want 150 These bitches in the Cadillac Rich, real BP, the cat about himself a couple Get my jeweler too, can't relate to that 100 bowls, put it in the you-Haul truck, I'm prayin' they make it back Fuckin' a model from the back No condom, still had 66 things, all I did, that She fucked real, I killed my cousin, I chose her Like, really hurt you, swaggin', shiverin' Image, I can't fuck it up I can't keep a ho for nothin', fuck shit like I set her So I got my gun every store, I got my drum Every time I got my uh I hit rock bottom so much, I thought I had war with the top Bitch, I ain't a problem, let another nigga— Why don't you put that work for me?