You have a prepaid call from Tory An incarcerated individual at the California correctional institution Thank you for using Global Tel Link They gave Speedy twenty years, been tryna get him out since I be rollin' with some shottas, tryna dip 'em out the whip When we get to bendin' corners, niggas split around that bitch All my dogs rich, took a lot to get 'em out the sticks I had this one bitch fuckin' up my trap house Do her like her step mama and send her to her dad house I even had to snake a couple niggas, but my plan was to get rich Shootouts gave me PTSD, that's the damage that it did I'm talkin' hammers at the crib I'm talkin' hammers at my grandma's house She in the kitchen, cookin' finer hammers in the counters Real stepper, they can't stand us, when we pull up, they can't manage We be duckin' paparazzi and all the cameras Yeah, I'm talkin' hoppin' out of cars that don't come out till next year That Pagani so fast, it shouldn't be another gear We just trappers of the year and we gon' need another cheer Range peach, color pear Seein' peace, gotta steer And I think she like the Audemar on me Chains dancin', got A Boogie, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah on me When she pull up like the plug, she gon' drop it all for me It's only scary hours, when she pull up, be like: Ooh I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me Bitch, I'm for real Talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real Kept the static in the attic And I was trappin' to the alleys Couldn't find my soul when I was travelin' Couldn't cope, this shit was tragic I was out there doin' the most You know that most, my nigga, was savage If you come close, my niggas'll grab it It's on my soul, my niggas gon' have it, I swear We be spendin' cash, we barely dip off and escape All you hearin' is vroom and niggas come through, spinnin' off in that Lamb' We're twenty-nine now and I'm proud of the man I became, of who I am I always said: I'll have everything I got right now at thirty, nigga But this shit don't stop, I want some houses, I want some blocks I want some buildings and some shops I need equity in everything Bitches come through spinnin' 'round my finger like a wedding ring Devil knockin' at my door, tryin' not to let him in I be feelin' so conflicted, Glock off in my letterman Got it for protection, for my opps, know I can't let 'em win I'ma beat my case, bitch, I ain't worried 'bout no settlement Truly, I'm a gentleman, let the Lord settle it 'Cause I be up late, askin' Him for answers Know that they can't rob me, but I can't give them no chances We was flippin' dope with all our old label advances Bitch, I'm in that Ghost like Luigi in the mansion (Yeah) I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me Bitch, I'm for real I'm talkin' real deal money and cash, gun in my stash L-O-V-E tatted over my eyes Baby, you know this shit is real when you fuckin' with me I keep that blocka, chill when you fuckin' with me Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real Bitch, I'm for real