[Intro: Pressa]
Ah, yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)

[Chorus: Pressa]
If you ain't down to murder shit, then get the fuck away from me
I put seventeen in this Glock, then give lil' n***a seventeen
I put Sluggah in the blunt, then go sip on some Hennessy
I've been screamin', "Fuck my opps," especially ones that stepped to me
If I'd rewind, I wouldn't change a thing except my heat
I'm readin' signs 'cause I've been seein' shit, not just in dreams
Left with my iron 'cause ain't no tellin' who know where I sleep
I'm in denial 'cause I don't think thesе rappers live like mе, they fall in line

[Verse 1: Pressa]
If crodie say he tearin', then I'm [used to?] play with this Glock
That switch, it keep on goin' 'til I release, left in the dark
But everything came to light once I could see I was in the box
Boy, ain't no case my lawyer couldn't beat
I buy a brick before I go and buy a set of teeth
I feel like they ain't hot as me, I hit the trap for twenty weeks
Call my n***a 97, judge, he gave him a twenty piece
'Member when he slid on me, we shot back, and he got hit
They know we rob, so plug, he never ever wanna meet
Why? Now you n***as see why
I've been boss since knee-high
22 in the lead, Wass
[We keep?] 7G, why?
Now I'm out in Hollywood
Lamborghini be hell
[Chorus: Pressa]
If you ain't down to murder shit, then get the fuck away from me
I put seventeen in this Glock, then give lil' n***a seventeen
I put Sluggah in the blunt, then go sip on some Hennessy
I've been screamin', "Fuck my opps," especially ones that stepped to me
If I'd rewind, I wouldn't change a thing except my heat
I'm readin' signs 'cause I've been seein' shit, not just in dreams
Left with my iron 'cause ain't no tellin' who know where I sleep
I'm in denial 'cause I don't think these rappers live like me, they fall in line

[Verse 2: J Neat]
Ah, but I don't fall in line, I skipped the line and that's on me
And I've been shootin' shit up for the gang and that's on three
Now how you tryna bite me when I gave you food to eat?
You supposed to be my dog, you left me lonely in the streets
Yeah, yeah, uh
I ain't never trippin', all I see is redrum
My crodie, he be with me, and I got my drum
If I see one opp, I put smoke in his lungs
'Cause I got more, more money, I need more, more funds
I got lot of shots, I make lot n***as run
I got lot of problems, but a bitch ain't one
I got lot of kids, and your man my son

[Chorus: Pressa]
If you ain't down to murder shit, then get the fuck away from me
I put seventeen in this Glock, then give lil' n***a seventeen
I put Sluggah in the blunt, then go sip on some Hennessy
I've been screamin', "Fuck my opps," especially ones that stepped to me
If I'd rewind, I wouldn't change a thing except my heat
I'm readin' signs 'cause I've been seein' shit, not just in dreams
Left with my iron 'cause ain't no tellin' who know where I sleep
I'm in denial 'cause I don't think these rappers live like me, they fall in line