[Intro]
Al Geno on the muhfuckin' track
Smoke a opp like...
Smoke a opp like runtz you know

[Chorus]
Only man I fear is God
G-GLock, we don't do bodyguards
Pray my lil' one keep a pistol, just make sure I don't name 'em Rod
Percocet with Tylenol
Don't slip up, my cup filled with [?]
Get tripped up, blick him out the car
Won't let 'em get off, fuck his job
I woke up right where the robbers lay
Bankroll, all blue, Marvin Gaye
Chopper, chopper, Harley Davidson
Plan B, Offset, Cartier
Hi-tek, my bad, Cardi B
I fucked and got up, pardon me
In the streets, its eat or get ate, I can't have 'em starving me

[Verse]
If you hit him up and he don't die, that mean you failed the mission
Three things I can't do is pay for pussy, rat, or sell my glizzy
Say youngin, you don't got to steal another flat, now we on television
Actin' like they fuck with me, I seen your crooked smiles, I buy 'em veneers
Twenty bags inside a bag, we put him on a greyhound
They murked ya dawg, you said you'd slide, if you did it was on a playground
Hit the kill switch, don't get up, lay down
Ugly thick shit, ass up, face down
Streets are wicked, R.I.P. Marlo
Really ain't your shit if you paying a car note
We had smoke, me and you can't high five
Inside joke, these n***as ain't outside
Inside coat pocket, all black .45
Made it out the trenches, no map, help, no guide
Killing a vibe, I hold her wig
Asked for my ID, I showed her the sig
Pull the strings out the forces, put 'em on a mac
You ain't really gotta aim, fully automatic
Free lunch, Pyrex, brunch, you know
He on his third strike, I pray he bunt ,you know
Smoke a opp like runtz you know
Inhale, exhale, bunch of smoke
[Chorus]
Only man I fear is God
G-GLock, we don't do bodyguards
Pray my lil' one keep a pistol, just make sure I don't name 'em Rod
Percocet with Tylenol
Don't slip up, my cup filled with [?]
Get tripped up, blick him out the car
Won't let 'em get off, fuck his job
I woke up right where the robbers lay
Bankroll, all blue, Marvin Gaye
Chopper, chopper, Harley Davidson
Plan B, Offset, Cartier
Hi-tek, my bad, Cardi B
I fucked and got up, pardon me
In the streets, it's eat or get ate, I can't have 'em starving me