[Intro]
All my n***as demons (They demons)
And my shawty think I'm Satan
Shawty think I'm Satan

[Chorus]
My dawgs think I'm patience
My bitch think I'm Satan
If he holding weight, then i'ma probably stain him
Six up in that rollie, if he move I'll spray him
I could be a idol, I don't mean Clay Aiken
I don't got a title, but I'm tidal waving
I just popped like three xans, that's why my head aching
I woke up with two straps, sleep, my eyes awake, man
I can't trust these n***as they might set me up for cake, man

[Verse 1]
I can't trust these ho's 'cause they be spreading shit like grape jam
My opps drinking hater-ade, molly in my Gatorade
Five hunnid for my sweater, the belt to match, I would say I'm swag
I don't got a deal, don't got a job, "How do he get his cake?"
He still on the Ave chipping them bags until it fade away
He just grip a strap, and pull triggers 'til all them grains away
I done did my dirt, nothing to prove, and that's so safe to say
I'm just living life, and that's somethin' they wanna take away
[?] gon' smoke him if I tell him, "Blow that freak away"
K Money gon' smoke him if I tell him that he's moving ways
Off xan he sell coco, that bitch wanna snort her pain away
I don't rock with bucktees, bitch, the door is that a way
Right pocket all brown
My left pocket look like St. Patricks day
Gun on cotch, fuck my opps
Time don't stop
[Bridge]
Free my block, n***a
Free my block, n***a
Free K Money
Free the gang
Free Swavey

[Chorus]
My dawgs think I'm patience
My bitch think I'm Satan
If he holding weight, then i'ma probably stain him
Six up in that rollie, if he move I'll spray him
I could be a idol, I don't mean Clay Aiken
I don't got a title, but I'm tidal waving
I just popped like three xans, that's why my head aching
I woke up with two straps, sleep, my eyes awake, man
I can't trust these n***as they might set me up for cake, man