I think a bitch wanna fuck
If she look at me
I've been going through too much
I just look happy
Opps dropping left and right
I got them shook at me
Them n***as hoes in real life
They just look savage (Head shots)
Come to my hood
Have you ever seen a dead opp
You’d think a n***a Hindu
From that red dot
That n***a throwing up blood
That ain't red pop
Kill a rap n***a today
Make his fans cry
Aw yeah
I done fled cops
Driving in the red eye
It's big dogs in this yard
Like it’s sandlot
Remember they tried to hold my music
They some fans now
I'm paying cash to the judge
Let my mans out
We grind fast
We was hustling hard
When it was dimе bags
Bought him a watch
But he still couldn't get his time back
Sitting in jail in thе cell
Had me down bad
I'm reading books and working out
To make the time pass
What happened to the streets
What happened to the beef
I'm in the field picking n***as
Boy what happened to your cleats
I'm in the booth serving n***as
Guess I'm trapping to the beat
The sad thing that ya'll
That ya’ll happy that it was me
I’m in the booth serving n***as
Guess I'm trapping to the beat
Sad thing that ya’ll miss
I could've caught a M1
But you had to get on feet
Round of applause to my shooter
He be clapping till you sleep
I done sold so much work
I gotta fraction of the streets
You done sold your first bow
This n***a acting like he Meech
Talking crazy on that phone
N***as acting like they Tee