[Intro]
Aye Lou, this what I'ma do
I'ma do twelve, then I'ma talk to the people
Then I'ma do twelve more then I'ma talk to the people some more
Then I'ma do eight more then I want you to cut this motherfucker completely off
Yea, Black Migo

[Verse 1]
First off, money ain't shit to a n***a like me
True Religions, no belt, and a white tee
N***as turnin' to dikes
Ho's livin' for likes
N***as losin' they stripes
I believe in God but in this steel I trust
I'm on kush, I'm on lean, I'm on pills the fuck
Fuck a bitch 'cause I'm stressed out
Tryna bank that's your best out
'Cause these n***as tellin', felons with weapons
If I beef with a n***a then I'ma beef with 'em separate
Ain't no gangs involved, I'm a man before all that
Couple n***as done called, I'm just waitin' on a call back

[Skit]
Yea I done talked to a couple n***as but just to be real
I don't think these n***as see me like I see myself
These n***as don't know what they got on they hands
See that n***a didn't know what he had on his hands
But I'm prayin' for you, I wish you the best of luck homie
[Verse 2]
Yea he lied to me, yea he stole from me
Had so much anger I wanted to take his soul from 'em
But I can't move forward, if I hold grudges
N***a I'm satisfied I coulda been aborted
I just can't stand a n***a that got feminine ways
That n***a tried to play me cheap like the minimum wage
And I ain't tellin' you the story, this the after phase
I started dumpin' he was swervin' I got out the play
Twelve came I was shittin' bricks
'Cause if he dead they finna give me eighty-six
I called them Playas for some fruitful and some aid-assist
His closest n***a told me 'cool it you know he a bitch'

[Skit]
See, I told myself before I wrote this song I was gunna tell the honest God truth
But, n***a shit happens, life goes on n***a, bigger milestones ahead n***a

[Verse 3]
They wanna rat me out and send me to the joint
They wanna catch me with thirty-six in a trunk
And an automatic pump, so they can have me forever
But I just wanna have a bitch say they gon' hide us together
Some rode some fold under pressure
Some bold some told on they self
Poppin' bottles pourin' mo' with my n***a
Now I'm cryin' pourin' mo' on my n***a
(Bitch)