[Intro]
Uh, check
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]
What get you killed faster, too much love, trust or truth?
What's the difference between Malcolm, Martin and Huey Newt?
Sometimes a n***a downfall is who he knew
Do you view the world through wise eyes or is your mind in a hula hoop?
We woke but still sold rotten fruit in pursuit of loot
Tryna go from the stoop to the newest coupe
Smoothest criminal with elusive moves
In tune with street scholars and goons
Haile Selassie, art and crackpot fumes
Mathematics live from where it's all about who pull the faster ratchet
And cash too, but when your mask split, that's it
Cut from a different cloth, you n***as raggedy fabric
Lacking swag, just rappity-rap shit
Ain't raising the bar high, fall guys, be lying 'bout mob ties
These n***as really givin off broad vibes
It's the lord like Finesse and Sonny Carson
Mind on the money often
Rockin slick shit, the god of horsemen

[Hook x2]
I said prayers over packages
Hopin' to God that we could sell it fast as shit
Mommy told me "never slack off, n***a there's plenty cash to get
Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Coming up, had mad friends, close ones, homies, associates
Some died, went to jail, some n***as overdosed on opiates
I been through hell and back but I'm Gucci now, n***as know we lit
Bitch from Jamaica, weed from Amsterdam, the pistol Soviet
You salty, so be it, you n***as won't be shit
You copying the style off a n***a who made a style off of stolen shit
I body you and send your hoe condolences
Black roses on ya gravesite and blunt ashes while I smoke a spliff
Wondering why n***as is fiend' the fuck out, I sold them this
So forever my shit'll always be on solar, bitch
Supreme soloist in a Polo fit
All y'all already knowin' it
I call my esé up and ya soul'll lift
I been a hustler, that shit's embedded in my DNA
Could sell a roach Raid, a weed-head crack, and a vegan steak
Well aware when I'm out there in the field, yeah I see the play
Like Curtis Riley, know the world is grimy, still we keep a K (Brr)

[Hook x2]
I said prayers over packages
Hopin' to God that I could sell it fast as shit
Mommy told me "never slack off, n***a there's plenty cash to get
Never get too caught up in the moment, gotta capture it"
Fuck outta here
You're dead