I got some clout always to keep myself from going under
Cause these crackas ain’t sparing shit giving out jersey numbers
Round here it’s hot winters and cold summers
I seen a n***a get shot I turned into Stevie wonder
Kill one of my brothers and ima double back w the cutter
It rain when n***as die palm beach full of bloody puddles
I go dumb way but my brother booboo go way dumber
Caught a body at 17 he put him way under
You hear the time you facing now you telling everything
N***as turning into rats and it’s starting to scare me
I know once I get out n***as gon try to bury me that’s why I gotta keep the flame on me everyday
You see this real n***a sauce I let marinate,get your hoe cause your old lady wanna marry me
She stuck with me when she with you she wanna separate
Now I’m laughing at your clown ass like a parody
I really be out here on the block catching every play
I’m on the lookout for opps they come through every way
They send through popping shots but they airplay
Then I retaliate nothing but headshots like hairspray
I know the feds watching from a distance with they telescope
Every time they give me a bond they raise it up some more
I feel like I’m one yard away from walking out the door
I feel like beast mode they crackas don’t wanna see score
I’m 21 with more stripes than a barcode
You wanted to be a narc I wanted to be a narco
Free jack he was on the run like el Chapo
Since a youngin I been out here thuggin with my vatos
My dawg had to shank a fuck n***a free Marlow
Want a go to war? Shit I got enough cargo
I keep an extra clip in my mf cargo
Try to spin a bin I shooting everywhere your car go
I go harder than Marbo and I’m too fly like somebody off of marvel
N***a don’t try you gon end up in a dark hole
I smell blood like a great whites shark nose
I just had to strike out on US marshals
Who in that foreign? Reverse park that’s that n***a that be getting money heard he doing fraud
He was counting his guala now he looking into this rod
Told him give it to me or n***a give it to God And you don’t wanna do that be real what the hell God gon do with that
He ain’t have his tool on him so he couldn’t shoot back
I told my lil n***a hitta grab his Louis Bag
I learned how to rob duece from baby Zoe
Big bro showed how to come through and stop the show
Like hold this a stick up, n***a lay on your face and hit the floor and ima cock it back if you moving too slow
I’m a lil hot n***a with a real short fuse
Ight told me to rob the plug if he ever try to short you
You can send your hittas at me you gon have a short crew
Make them n***as do a U turn like a horseshoe
Got this choppa to get your burned I got plenty more too
Your n***a in the dirt it could be your turn soon
Ain’t stopping until you learn don’t say I ain’t warn you
In my cities n***as get murked like it’s World War II