Fed could've been a stylist you know he known to belt men Being at my momma house finna make me turn myself in Something wrong I'm old enough to be a dad and I told him just spin Couldn't front him he had bad credit you need a CPN I'm praying Scooby beat the case they got him on the quarter Ain't heard from bra he put shut up he turned into a hoarder Just got off trial I gave JM my props, took it to the heart Got news from the prison he messing with that lil boy Seen my bradda we both in the field like Shiloh and Shedeur That Rollie plain Patek still on buss just like Rosa Parks Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you stop their heart Talm bout a dime a pizza, a dime a hat And I'm smashing on the top Chevy XN Nigga drank so much he named his kid Tristan Told her yes ma'am but I'm not kitchen I cut her off but I told her it was me On the real we just was bonding funny I'm thinking of praying to get my nigga free I'm thinking about investing in a bonding company I told her yell and say: Misses Mattress Soon as I drop my album I'll be court ready Would have put a hundred on a nigga passing I ain't never thought of sports betting So much love for the Wock I done name my daughter Ki Ki Yesterday spent twelve at Repeat listening to Repeat I just seen a nigga net worth on Wiki I ain't used to have shit just spent two hundred on a BPE Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles Free my fucking baby bro we shared game consoles Ain't no fucking pints of act around if I ain't found em Nigga said he had a glass pint of red, why you lying Simple, a nigga shoot at us then somebody dying When you saying real shit don't gotta rhyme bout it I got a plug got a whole case of Wockhardt for nine dollars My brother died in a Scat so I don't like Chargers Them niggas shot my crib up and fire bombed it I ain't cry bout it cause it's a couple niggas that died before ya life started And that was in December, yeah I forgave them fuck niggas but I still remember Real weed head just had a bulk Billy Kimber I might come Big Meech, one karat link to my belly button I was finna put you hip but you gon tell on sum I understand you know it all but let me tell you something Twelve year enhancement for a switch better sell yo button Real snakes, if I give him 100k he'll kill his brother Got kicked outta middle school and I'm still in trouble I'm in Mobile riding with my nigga Ghetto sipping yellow Of course them niggas did this shit but we did it better I'ma keep it alphabet the 7th letter It's getting cold in this bitch, you better wear a sweater Put a hunnid holes in his whip, God must was with him Better slow it down, niggas made pouring up boring now I'm pouring down I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown Just wearing real dog shit up in the quarter mile