Line 'em up, that's an easy kill (My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one) I'm a real Ghetto Boy, I be with Peezy still I ain't touch the trigger, but I seen the drill Your career ain't promising, you probably need a will Seen a nigga with his head gone, and I can see him still I swear to God, that nigga shit was stuck to the steering wheel Ten for this 'fit from five years ago, I'ma wear it still I put that on my kids, I get in that jam, I can never tell That's why I gotta watch how I move Move right 'cause if I get some time, then I gotta do it No Get Out of Jail Free card, this not Monopoly I'm down four racks and I ain't do shit but go out to eat Scope on, he hit a nigga in his dome from down the street This shit so strong, twenty-three a 'bow, so why you lie to me? You ever got head from a bitch and then you gotta pee? I heard she had the best pussy in Flint, you know I gotta see Course I got Cash with me, but I'm not with C Cass with me, so we played the BP SUV Before I go back broke, I'll sell some weed It's been so long since I smelled a seed Like, where the fuck the real bud at? Don't get too close, we got a fuckin' Draco in the club, jack Buy a pint of Act' for twenty racks, then take the dub back I need thirty racks for the fuckin' show, and where the club at? Damn, you bad as fuck, where my hug at? We still got the nigga pipe, he want his gun back Do you wanna hear a fun fact? I really made some motherfuckin' M's and I ain't do nothin' but rap You ever had five M's at once? Okay, you didn't, so you wouldn't understand why I don't give a fuck Money Is Not Everything, Jay be rippin' dubs They shot the crib up so bad, fucked the kitchen up Blew the kitchen up, you know the stove was gas You better leave my YN's alone with your old ass You ain't want your car to get shot up, you shouldn't have rode past I walked out the bank with a smile and a store bag I sent it to the Bay on a plane and she drove back I took the bitch neck, she want her throat back Ironic how he never left the house, but brung the dope back When I catch up with them boys, they gettin' a closed casket Matter fact, they need four caskets I think my white boy workin' with the Feds, he just bought four baskets He ain't never bought more than a gram Take the trash out with pole in your hand I'm a real fuckin' boss, I wore Chrome in jail You probably should catch one by yourself 'cause niggas gonna tell I can't put my life in another nigga hands I ran my shit up, this is not another nigga bands Two months ago, I got a big advance Yo, Wallahi, I got three hundred racks that I can't fuckin' spend Solid ass nigga, not gon' fuckin' bend, not gon' fuckin' fold, I knew my cousin told We is not at K&J, we at the other store You ain't tryna chop shit up, what you got cutter for? I hate the number four, I hate the fuckin' snow Swear to God, I hate my baby mama, but I love her though That's how I found out you gotta have love to be a hater They really love us, but they hatin' 'cause our situation They hit him with some big shit and changed his pigmentation We threw a nuclear bomb on that shit, he died from radiation