[Chorus: MK HAVEN]
Got the black faded, with the all gold on my neck
Insane, thinking I'ma run with the tec
New chain, making bitches run when I flex
And they'll never catch me sleeping, put 'em on 'cause I'm next
And I never talk, either silence or violence
Catch a n***a slipping if he question my knowledge
I never need a girl, I don't even need a side bitch
Bottle to the face, knock 'em out, I don't pop shit

[Verse 1: MVKO]
Foot on the pedal, got twelvе on my ass
Liquor in my system, I'm driving too fast
Chain swang, lane change, got thе strap on my lap
I'm living to deep, I can never go back
Bet I'll never change
Bitch, I'm living in the better days
You will never find me, got a hideout in the Everglades
Got baddies half naked, choppin product with some razor blades
Before I start the whip, I pour some whiskey in my lemonade
Feds lookin' for me, I can't go home
Speaking to the devil, now he wants me soul
He won't get a deal 'cause I can't be sold
I'm a high stakes bet, I never gon' fold
I'ma keep drinking 'till I can't wake up
Only goin' up, won't accept a pay cut
Always down for my brothers, I will never change up
Staying ten toes bitch, I will always stay buck, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: MK HAVEN]
I was cruising down the drive with a blade to match the .9 (Ahh)
Smoking pack, I pass it to a bitch who blows it in my eyes (In my eyes)
I'm not feeling shit
I don't give a fuck about your guys (Yeah, yeah)
I've been leaving them read, 'cause I know they're toting lies (Fuck 'em)
I keep swerving
All them fucking headlights make me nervous (Ah)
Hurting, pop a perc to a give a n***a courage (Okay)
Certain, bitches try to fuck me 'cause my earnings (Yeah)
Curving, all them 'cause I know that lusts a burden (Lil' bitch)
Creepin down your block, I got act up in my blood (In my blood)
Bleed to make it rust, I throw your chain up in the mud (Yeah)
Pussy n***a ducking, caught him slipping standing up (Aye)
My blade up, finna raid ya (Okay, okay, ah)
Think these bitches want my pay stub
You can take them
I don't really wanna new bitch
Gotta lace up (Gotta lace up)
Face a bottle, feeling too sick
Count your days up
N***as flexin' wiith these stories (Aye, aye)
This shit is made up (Fuck n***a, ah)

[Chorus: MK HAVEN]
Got the black faded, with the all gold on my neck
Insane, thinking I'ma run with the tec
New chain, making bitches run when I flex
And they'll never catch me sleeping, put 'em on 'cause I'm next
And I never talk, either silence or violence
Catch a n***a slipping if he question my knowledge
I never need a girl, I don't even need a side bitch
Bottle to the face, knock 'em out, I don't pop shit
Got the black faded, with the all gold on my neck
Insane, thinking I'ma run with the tec
New chain, making bitches run when I flex
And they'll never catch me sleeping, put 'em on 'cause I'm next
And I never talk, either silence or violence
Catch a n***a slipping if he question my knowledge
I never need a girl, I don't even need a side bitch
Bottle to the face, knock 'em out, I don't pop shit