You never really know who's a friend or foe
I’m on my own, I feel so cold
I'm dripped in gold, from head to toe
Kush for cologne all on my clothes
Bad mamacita, got lean in my liter
Smokin gasolina, I pray to Selena
Picked your girl up in a beamer
Been two days since you seen her
Blow up like Hiroshima
Fuck her and tell her I need her
But that ain't the truth
Got other women that be texting me too
She caught me with one in the coupe
Got sad for a minute or two
But I’m back on my bullshit, How do you do
You n***as been praying I fail
Don't lie to me n***a, I been known the truth
Gang signs on my front lawn, n***a throw it up
Grinding for this shit so long
I ain't ever gonna give it up
Selling Gil-Scott Heron
Wire taps, it's a telethon
You ain't up on half the shit I'm on
I'm best of all time, Dylan
Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(yeah)
You cannot fuck with my style
I'm running game, 100 miles
My n***as will run in your house
Even when the sun is out
P89 on my waistline
Fuck around, n***a gon die