[Hook: Quando Rondo & Lul Timm]
I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
'Til the fuckin' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
Red Rum, all a n***a know is killing
Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
All the whoadie really want is a few million

[Verse: Lul Timm]
My mama told me "Don't you worry, son"
33rd, my corner always posted with that .30 on me
Early birds come get the worm, so I be up like early morning
Clean as hell, no dish detergent
Lil Ralle invented murder
If you scared, then go to church, 'cause in the trap, we tryna get a birdie
I'm sippin' Red, while paranoid, clutchin' my strap, that's 'cause my vision blurry
I made a choice ot get these racks, that's off the flap, ain't got no fuckin' worries
All for her took 50 racks, I walked in Saks and buy Givenchy purses
[Hook: Quando Rondo & Lul Timm]
I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
'Til the fuckin' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
Red Rum, all a n***a know is killing
Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
All the whoadie really want is a few million