[Intro]
I just- I just woke up
(E-E-ENRGY MADE THIS ONE)


[Verse 1: MG Sleepy]
I've been hurt so many times i can't hurt no more
Fucked around and quit my lil job i can't work no more
N***a remember high speeds with no where to go
I ain't give a fuck, I pushed the pedal til the engine broke
Really had to take some risks but you'll never know
Was really sticking n***as for they shit, I never bought a pole
Clip full of bald heads, Mister Amber Rose
Any n***a go against the grain then they gotta go
Bitch RIP to Snapz, they hurt a n***a soul
Crazy thing about it I don't even know who did it though
I just know I'm 10 toes on my pivot though
I gotta keep a pole for repercussions n***as really hoes
Why these n***as hating on us, I dont even know
You worried about some ice, I need a brick we got 2 different goals
You can catch me in the trap or in the studio
Bust a couple zips, throwing dimes, Ricky Rubio


[Verse 2: LilTae2]
N***as bitches
And I know the real, yall n***as snitching
Keep a .33 but I'm not talking Scottie Pippen
You can't tell me shit because on my momma i won't listen
And i grew up in a place where they refer to as the trenches
Bitch if you ain't fucking on my momma you can't kick it
She wasn't doing shit i told that bitch to get to tricking
N***as get hit up for trying to put me in they mentions
He was talking on the gram, his family mad because he missing
Glizzy with extensions, we want all the tension
We been in the game, (Where?) yall been on the benches
Pull up on yo block, wiping shit just like some dishes
I've been chasing paper, give a fuck about them bitches

[Verse 3: 10TA Lil A]
Why the fuck these broke n***as talking out they mouth
I ain't finna play with nobody i am not a slouch
Broa sit a n***a down like he was on the couch
I'm the type to shoot the scene up, then I'm rolling out

Ay, Bitch, fuck a rolling loud
I be with the 10 over east and we rolling loud
You still running off with zips, n***a you a clown
And keep this shit 100 i feel like i sold 1,000 pounds

Ay, Listen up we finna touch bases
All these rap n***as cap, and they just faking
Riding through the city with a stick so I don't like racing
And i ain't showing to your party if its not shaking
Matter of fact, i ain't showing up, if you not paying
You got a gun, i got a gun, so what is you saying?
Sending all them threats so when you see me better start spraying
Feeling like im boss because i can shoot it with my left hand

(Bitch)

Dummy, Look, lemme show you something
I'm on the field, calling plays but i ain't coaching nothing
Brodie pulled up with a bag and i ain't even want it
Pouring up those 4's back to back its fucking up my stomach
Hold on, Bitch, yeah i get to tripping
Up this big bitch and get to shooting, i ain't ever missing
Smoking on this baggie, came from cali, call it Peter Griffin
Run off with a bag, then that's your ass, my n***as on a mission