(Beginning)

Sound like a god damn Jack In the Box Burger
I'm hungry as fuck
I ain't really telling n***as a god damn thing

(Hook)

This ain't a game n***a whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the fucking back
We don't know you ho

Bitch that be on the set
N***as rap for years but they still ain't made it yet

Bitch n***as
Ho n***as
Man it's all the same shit
Ya'll n***as ain't shit
Can't afford no bullets huh? (x2)

(Verse 1)

I said my uncles was the hardest on the fucking set
Tell my story n***a you ain't even heard it yet
I'm near that shack on the road down near Bouldercrest
I knew a n***a who got bludgeoned they ain't find him yet

Bitch I don't know yo name and you can't fucking smoke
I just know yo mama mama is a fucking ho
I bet them genes they don't fall far from the tree
Meet Belial if yo ass tryna fuck wit me

Bitch I got grandma on grammar from grams in my sock
Block be so sick you get shot get the pox
Castro own parents they had gotten doxxed
He on the street and he slanging that rock

Ho you ain't hiding that bitch in yo Glock
Weed got my eyes slanted like I'm Brock
Young Makaveli I feel like I'm Pac
Nah fuck that n***a I feel like I'm Hak

(Hook)

This ain't a game n***a whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the fucking back
We don't know you ho

Bitch that be on the set
N***as rap for years but they still ain't made it yet

(Verse 2)

Better off finding me
Yo mom on ketamine
Maybelline
7.62 shampoo

Right at yo fucking scalp
Run yo mouth
Mama ain't raise a bitch
Ya'll n***as make me sick

Swear to god
N***a it's beddy bye
Grandma made pot pies
When I was twelve

When I was sixteen
Slanging pot pies
Not from the mail
Mama I seen a lot

Cause I would hide a lot
You either real or not
I really doubt that
Bitch I had seen a lot

Had to get three heads
Better than one
When you on these streets
N***a you lunch meat

Bitch what the fuck you mean
This shit is real my g
When I was seventeen
And they shot at me

Literally
This is a PCA
N***a we struggling
Fuck it though

Imma be getting dough
This collar coming off
That's on my bros

(Hook)

This ain't a game n***a whatchu finna do with that
We know these streets from the front
And the fucking back
We don't know you ho

Bitch that be on the set
N***as rap for years but they still ain't made it yet

Bitch n***as
Ho n***as
Man it's all the same shit
Ya'll n***as ain't shit
Can't afford no bullets huh? (x2)