(Savant)
(Mark is on his way, boy)

[Chorus]
You stay up in yo lane n***a or you gon' get tagged
One false move gon' get you flamed, faceshot, body-bag
Tread from doly, don't need gang
My whole life I been through pain
Tell my shooters if I'm paying, faceshot, body-bag
Run that score, I ain't no victim
Pussy boy I'm on yo ass
Better keep it bulletproof
Bet I see you, I'ma blast
Too much shit on my mind
You better look behind
Cause this'll be that time, faceshot, body-bag

[Verse 1]
Posted on that block, opps come through you better flock
He don't up it, take that shot
That mean he ain't one of mine
'Guettes on my neck, never worry when I step
Front ya move, you gon' get left
I bet my shooter give you nine
I can't love no thot, I'm a rich youngin in his prime
Ain't no hoe gon' change my mind
If I'm piping she a dime
If I piped her she a ten
I said hold up bro you fine
I just hit her once, and after that ain't pay that bitch no mind
Had to focus, had to grind
They hate but my shit in line
I'm a boss and you a goofy n***a that's how life designed
Broke, you stupid and you mad, stupid and you mad
50 piece up in my pockets I could put that on yo ass
[Chorus]
You stay up in yo lane n***a or you gon' get tagged
One false move gon' get you flamed, faceshot, body-bag
Tread from doly, don't need gang
My whole life I been through pain
Tell my shooters if I'm paying, faceshot, body-bag
Run that score, I ain't no victim
Pussy boy I'm on yo ass
Better keep it bulletproof
Bet I see you, I'ma blast
Too much shit on my mind
You better look behind
Cause this'll be that time, faceshot, body-bag

[Verse 2]
I don't need no X, I don't need no pills
Big .40 cal, I'ma shoot you in yo grill, when I pass you
.40 sneeze, achoo, switch, brrat, slap you
Done coming at you, but crazy how I lapped you
I'm just that n***a in my city they be hating
I ain't done nateing
Bet' not bring the jakes in
I hate the cap, these n***as pussy they be faking
How you smoking bro, but you never on natething
Tjay that's my name, see me doly and that's game
Probably two switches on me ready to flame
And n***as it be strange, boy don't switch up you don't change
When you see shit fall in line and you like "I had everything"
They left me by myself, and I had no one else
The odds against me, fuck it, it's the hand that I was dealt
And it's my chance to score, like I ain't got no more
You know what Ima do with this shit-
Imma get a belt
[Chorus]
You stay up in yo lane n***a or you gon' get tagged
One false move gon' get you flamed, faceshot, body-bag
Tread from doly, don't need gang
My whole life I been through pain
Tell my shooters if I'm paying, faceshot, body-bag
Run that score, I ain't no victim
Pussy boy I'm on yo ass
Better keep it bulletproof
Bet I see you, I'ma blast
Too much shit on my mind
You better look behind
Cause this'll be that time, faceshot, body-bag