(Verse 1:)
A 100 miles and running n***as gunning at the enemy
N***as switching sides giving up like its the end of me
N***as hollin' family but I know these n***as envy me
Pound game thugging to the muthafckin sentence me

I'mma trending topic. Top down bitch im riding in the 'rarri
If u don't like me then I'm sorry
Same OG, I'm just being me fuck a critic
I rap about this shit cus I did it

Life don't change, neither do the game
New n***as getting money but the rules stay the same
Who I'm gon' sign with? Who I wanna grind with?
That's my only question n***a CMG I'm dying with

Cocaine Muzik , cars, money, guns
Every n***a I fuck wit done went to jail, I made they bond
I never leave the house without my chain or my gun
Got on my dope boy guccis or a fresh pair of One's

(Talking:)
Yeah.. see n***a, see I feel like I'm one of the realest n***as that ever walked the face of earth, you know what I mean?
And that ain't got nothing to do with getting no money or nothing like that n***a. That's just bein 100
That's being 100 with yourself. That's being 100 with the n***as who 100 wit u, you know what I mean?
N***a I got a lot of young n***as around me n***a and it's straight up love like family n***a cuz we'll kill for
Each other and that's on the real
(Verse 2:)
Murder was the case n***a, jump a hurdle win a race n***a
Then I put it in ya face n***a. Took a face on my case n***a
Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile

If I lose, raise Mariah for me. If I die bust that fire for me
Pour out some liquor and get higher for me
I'm doing this one for my homeboys, I'm hollin "Oh Lord". Some shit we can't afford

I just be speaking from the heart but sometimes it rhymes
Am I a real rapper or just a n***a with lines?
I don't know, I'm confused. Do I supposed to be rich?
You know that ho ain't yo ho she just yo supposed to be bitch
Yo supposed to be clique. I don't want no allies
It's CMG homie and we don't franchise

I get green guys, off those white pies
Dope in that pot and it get baptized

Hallelujah! Bless my shooters
Serve my Jay's up, watch him hit that shooter
Fuck this rap shit, I dont fit in
All these fuck boys, all these fake friends

Streets on fire, plug on go mode
Streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load
Fuck yo contract, I won't sign that
Labels keep calling me but I won't call back !