[FROM SNIPPET]

Walk by lit, wrist so sick make him sick, you know how I get, yeah
I tuck my shit, I do my shit in this bitch cause it's makin’ me rich, yeah
Just check the statistics
Free my dogs outta prison, we outta the trenches, yeah
I'm going ballistic, I remember when I wasn't lit she wouldn’t give me her digits, yeah
I'm sippin' on drank, mix it up with Tris got me [?] like the Pistons, yeah
My grandmother died, God bless her soul, just the thought of that makes me sick, yeah
Double R, Bird Business, PMO Business, [?], brrrrrrr
Who my n***as dressed in all black
If they forget they mask Ima tеll they ass [?] a hat
I'm in an S-Class, you can recline thе seats back, came a long way from a hatchback
My brudda in the backfield where they throwin' bullets at they ass like a quarterback
Hop on the mic, I treat this shit like my diary
Mama I'm sorry, I'll make it up with a 'rari
Wish I could be there for Mari
I’m in the black truck, black truck, ski masked up with a ARski