[Intro]
(Stop it, Tilla) Southside shit
Free all my n***as, R.I.P. all my n***as
How the fuck I end up here?
(Yo, Smallz) Yeah

[Verse 1]
I was just servin' out the pack
'Lotta n***as say they was with me but they bap
My heart was burnin', turned a n***a savage
My cousin told me before the fame, "You having it"

[Chorus]
Turnt up my status, I swear, I stunt on haters
Lean had my mind falling asleep, still I had no days off
No Instagram, they followin' me
Fuck around, take his face off
After all the shit we done, how you turn around and lie on me?
I was slidin' in the fast cars
I swear, I did it 'fore no help, this for my brogad
Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me go off
I was just ballin' with my dawg, get hard to hold on
And when the family call, you know I answer every call

[Verse 2]
Foreign whips, stolen whips
It's time to ride, is you ready to hop in this car?
The way bro catch him in traffic, he skrrt like Nascar
These long tennis sticks jam, this shit is like a jaw
All of this pain, you told me, "All this shit gon' pay"
It's part of the game, so you know I'm always having faith
Had my stick back in the days and I still have it today
Ain't have the racks back in the days, but bitch, I have it today
And I'm a big spender
Free BK, we was walking together
That be my stepbrother
Bitch, I'm active, I stay with ratchet
Louis with Gallery Department, trap out apartments
This all I knew, they told me, "Stop it"
[Chorus]
Turnt up my status, I swear, I stunt on haters
Lean had my mind falling asleep, still I had no days off
No Instagram, they followin' me
Fuck around, take his face off
After all the shit we done, how you turn around and lie on me?
I was slidin' in the fast cars
I swear, I did it 'fore no help, this for my brogad
Whole lotta guns up in this bitch, they want me go off
I was just ballin' with my dawg, get hard to hold on
And when the family call, you know I answer every call

[Verse 3]
I been in tune, this what I been through
Gamble my life with my bloodas, it get hard, they keep bool
I seen them sitting around talkin' 'bout what they ain't do
Bro, would you catch me off them drugs? 'Cause I might faint too
Fuck what you did, you can't regret it
Fuck all them n***as dead
I ain't gon' name the blocks we bend
Bet your life on it, bet your life, bitch
Many nights I had to pray for this, still sit down, reminisce
No hotel, but we spent days in, trappin' out your crib
Seventeen like the motherland, for bro, we take a wig
My temper bad, had to get up, go grind, that what I did
Got two sticks, always keep my Glock, bro told me, "Pass the SIG"
How you spend more than hundred bands?
Shoutout my bro, he going spot to spot, he got a hundred bags
You ain't got the pack of the Za', bet we beatin' tags
Laser on Glock, we tryna tag a n***a, shoot like laser tag
And you ain't tell me I was doing good, you little hatin' ass