[Intro]
Dear Heavenly Father
I felt I should take this time out to let you know how appreciative I am for everything you've done for me throughout these past few months
You've done took me from unknown to renowned
We've been selling out shows
You've allowed me to bring the whole city together on multiple occasions without no violence
You're blessing me and my woman with a baby girl
I wish D-Trey could see it (Oh my god)
But I know he up therе with you right now helping you
I just wanna let you know I appreciatе you for allowing me to prosper during a time like this
Through it all
I can say I'm truly blessed

Yeah, yeah
Ayy, turn the 'tar up a little bit
I'ma just talk my shit for a little bit, you know?
I ain't gonna be too long
I hope they feel it

[Chorus]
Slangin' iron, now he think he gangsta
He been rollin' 'round totin' bangers
Same n***a since he had a razor
Levi's, flip-phone and pager
51, put it on the radar
All my neighbors say I am the savior
Greater later, I've been stackin' paper
Josh Jacobs, ballin' like the Raiders
I don't fuck with strangers, one up in the chamber
Spray a n***a like I was a painter
Stayed down 'til a n***a came up
Bop-bop-bop, put his brain up
Lil' n***a better put his chain up
Baby girl, let's go to Venezuela
N***as jockin', but they know they ain't us
Glock 33, Danny Granger
[Verse]
Glock 33, Scottie Pippen
No emotions when that chopper spittin'
'Member, I ain't have no pot to piss in
Taekwondo the way them diamonds hittin'
I know n***as do a lot of snitchin'
I'm just tryna get a lot of riches
Broke-ass n***a can't get my attention
And neither can you, all these body bitches
Remember when granny had got on my ass
'Cause a n***a was thuggin', was skippin' his classes
I had me a Glizzy inside of my jacket
I'm breakin' attendance if n***as want static
I was slangin' a pack while you had you a pack
We was playin' with MACs, you was playin' with magnets
If he beef on the status, that n***a a faggot
She pretty and ratchet, her face in the mattress
I'm missin' my daddy, this shit is so tragic
These n***as be jackin', that's 'bation and mastur-ing
That's mastur-the-bation, these n***as be hatin'
V8 in the coupe and I don't do no racin'
Lil' baby, I'm horny, I don't want relations
These n***as informants, they be at the station
I'm the child of the church, but I'm hangin' with Satan
These n***as be talkin', I hear what they sayin', oh, no
[Chorus]
Slangin' iron, now he think he gangsta
He been rollin' 'round totin' bangers
Same n***a since he had a razor
Levi's, flip-phone and pager
51, put it on the radar
All my neighbors say I am the savior
Greater later, I've been stackin' paper
Josh Jacobs, ballin' like the Raiders
I don't fuck with strangers, one up in the chamber
Spray a n***a like I was a painter
Stayed down 'til a n***a came up
Bop-bop-bop, put his brain up
Lil' n***a better put his chain up
Baby girl, let's go to Venezuela
N***as jockin', but they know they ain't us
Glock 33, Danny Granger

[Outro]
Project 51, you know?
I was gon' name it Untitled 51, but shit, I'm in the projects and it's 51, fifty-first
Real Nitty baby
TFG shit, June
Bullets ain't got no name
Yes sir, most definitely
Yes sir
Junior, Junior
Junior
Junior