[Intro]
(This one ride right here, Ant)
I know how it feel not to have nobody
I know how it feel to have nobody

[Verse]
I know how it feel to have nobody to run to
I ain't got no love inside my heart, I up this bitch and whack your son too
Clutchin' illegal weapons in different states while on the run too
JB with me on probation, still clutchin' on his gun too
Don't never say you'd die for me, 'cause I'm outside, we killin' shit
Ridin' 'round with different blicks, hop out, boom-baow, we kill a bitch
Aim for his face and hit his chest, Li Rye been tryna leave shit stretched
Fuck I look like ridin' with a vest when I know they aim for the neck?
Fuck I look like wavin' a flag whеn we been on these n***as' ass for so long now?
I ran thе streets so long, my mama told me that I'm grown now
They don't pick up the phone for me no more, what's wrong now?
I don't know what's wrong now
I'd rather take your gun 'fore I ever sin, I clutch my own fire
My mama know that I killed a n***a, can never look in her face and lie
I know it's too late to pray, I'm goin' to hell when I die
They think it's sweet, pop out the cut and let these shells fly
V-Lo and Dopeboy locked up, they 'posed to be on the road with me
N***as that never showed me love askin' to go to shows with me
I 'posed to shot your bitch ass in your face the day you stole from me
Nell, you know I love you to death, so why the fuck you sayin' it's smoke with me?
Let me clear the air
Mike, you know you a bitch, don't ever say my name
Fuck Keith, Baby Sco dissed Red and popped a pill, now he six feet
I wish I would've shot the bitch right in his teeth
Keith got shot up in his teeth
I got more diamonds he had before he died
I got more than his cousin who right now still alive
And y'all know when Red died, my lil' brothers ain't do shit but slide
And y'all know when Red died, a couple y'all partners got hit up
I'm a big dog in the city, I'm the reason you n***as cliqued up
If you ever pierced a n***a's skin, hold your Glock out, hold your stick up
Pussy n***a, put your hands down, this a murder, not a stick-up
I think I drunk too much lean, this shit fucked 'round gave me the hiccups
I be too turnt off these Percs, I tell my bitch come eat this dick up
Industry n***a speakin' on my name, fuck wrong with him?
Hope when I catch up with the lil' bitch, he got his chrome with him
If we catch him in traffic, follow the bitch, we gon' go home with him
Boom, I'm the wrong n***a, bitch, I won't do no songs with you
Fuck this rap, I drop the mic, pick up my Glock and slang that chrome with you
Ain't no love inside my heart, but in my mind, I'm tryna dome n***as
Auntie seventy-five, her tooth got VVs in my denture
I like the bitch, I spoil a ho, I might just take her ass to dinner
[Outro]
(This one ride right here, Ant)