[Intro]
Where we at?
Blockworks
Lets get it

[Verse 1]
Spear chuckin', brodie just got out so he don't fear nothin'
Heard he just got took the other day, that shit shit had tears runnin'
Down my face, spin a hundred out the Drac
Before you could count to eight
Y'all know the vibrations and the sounds it make
Smoking out a pound of cake, my bricks come a thousand eight
Got some heat on my feet that I can't even pronunciate
I been him since out the gate
Nobody knew that I was fuckin' Kelly Bundy
Never met Christina Applegate
But I got some cold pink toеs, bottom apple shape
Kind of remind mе of how that Hi-Tech in a Snapple taste
Snitches want me back in jail, wishing they could crack the safe
Weight was over on the scale, had to whip it back in shape
Wish I could elaborate but I ain't trying to catch a case
I'm just trying to coke white the 'Bach and matte black a Wraith
Catch a n***a lacking with this fully, let it activate
He thinking that it won't happen like just because he strapped, he safe

[Chorus]
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
Pray for forgiveness and repent, my Lord knows that I try
They shot the truck up, bro got hit, that day I almost died
I had to be way more selective with who I call my guys
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
Believe me!
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
What else?
[Verse 2]
I ain't gon' tell on myself, don't need no ride along
Just me, myself and Irene, lean in my styrofoam
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
Now we touching keys like a motherfucking xylophone
Private homeowner, two Benzes, trolley and a Rover
Double B done slid for a brother whether right or wrong
Lately I been on some other drip, Cartier isotoners
Trying to clone a hundred million cash through this microphone
I belong at the top, this shit in me, they just got it on
Never had to try to keep up with these n***as, I'm a Jones
Pradas on my tippys, moving product out in Ypsi
Whipped a brick in Flint water then I popped up in a Bentley
From U of M to Pittsburgh, I scored the Zach Gentry
Acting like he get the same number as Blocks, you can't convince me
So miss me with that cappuccino frappé that y'all be into
Pussy ass n***a belly yellow as a Pikachu

[Chorus]
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
Pray for forgiveness and repent, my Lord knows that I try
They shot the truck up, bro got hit, that day I almost died
I had to be way more selective with who I call my guys
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
Believe me!
'Cause I got more friends in the grave than I got that's alive
What else?