[Verse 1]
I'm on St. John's Bay with a big black coat
Got a bottle full of Henny, got a bag full of coke, nope
I'm not incriminating, homies on a boat
I never seen the motherfucker before on God, I don't know
I got some real dark hair, I got a strap that I could [?]
I got the pipe up on my side if y'all be looking for some smoke, uh
My babygirl, she always hits me on the phone
And be like, "Babe, did you eat today?", and I'm like, "Heh, nope"
I got some fucked up thoughts, but I suppress 'em on the low
I never feel like I be worth it, so I guess I'm dying slow, huh?
Oof, but I should shut the fuck up
And put the pencil to the paper and pretend like I could buck up
I'm stuck-up, I'm a fucked up narcissistic piece of [?]
[?]
Who that, homie, that spit all these ill rhymes?
Got more words inside than a psycho with an ill mind
I think it's "something-FiftyOne" or "-FiftyTwo", but I just kill time
'Cause I don't really wanna talk if you can't flow but steal mine, dude
Why you never listen when I tell you when you trappin' out your momma house the opps is gonna fail you
And they fail you
Shit
They found you when they fail you

[Verse 2]
[?] to the ones who still be fine
'Cause you my brothers, but your shooter's only reason you're alive
I don't mean to disrespect, but I get pissed like all the time
You say you wetted out, and then you put your life up on the line
But I get it, I get it, you're trying to be the king of the tribe
And I get it, I get it, you ain't never wanna go back
So I get it, I get it, you're tryna make it out with some rap
And I get it, I get it, [?], you know I get it, I get it
Huh, everybody judgin' on my fear, right?
Homie won't do nothing, but you better know I will, right?
Think that I'm just talking 'cause my lyrics always hit, right?
Run your mouth, but you know that you a bitch, right?
'Cause you know that you a bitch, right?