I told my n***as one day we gon’ be cool
That bitch keep saying she love me she must think ima fool
If he ain’t in the shit he innocent I played by the rules
We tote them tools, I saw my little brother Jah on the news
I took a lost and shook it off and got it back every time
I ain’t have me 2 nickels now I fuck every dime
She gon fuck me on demand now cause I’m in my prime
I’m patient praying for better relations with my mom
They got baby in a red jumpsuit cause he thurl
Don’t think I’m slippin cause I’m at this party n***a I’m poled
They in my dms talking bout I shot a n***a they bold
If it was me I would’ve had ya ass laid in a hole
Fuck a rapper I'ma shooter and I wear it with pride
If my dog was in the middle of a war I'ma slide
I swear to god when I heard Jah die, I cried
The plan was keep you out the way and little n***a I tried
It’s like I’m losing all my homies cause these n***as be phony
So the only way I know is get this shit on my lonely
I was poppin all them Percocets I was getting boney
I fell victim to the system now the government on me
I took the coppers on the chase why he give me all that space
Before they kill me I’d rather be safe with another case
Von told me get up on a n***a knock off his face
Way before I started eating n***a I said my grace
O making rap money he ain’t even a rapper
My killa knocking off pounds and he ain’t even a trapper
I got clips like a actor
I be sliding and capping
Just know them n***as talking on the internet not a factor
Wash my body down in blood then I sleep in the mud
I put my youngins on a lick and let em’ eat off the bud
I call little Jah, Noah he be making it flood
I told my Ummi these people ain’t worth holding a grudge
These n***as getting higher then the fiends they be serving
These n***as catfish they ain’t that gangsta in person
Baby look nice but he the most gangsterest person
Real recognize real you n***as strangers in person
I took that work down to the hood and let em flip
I make that call and Benzo gon bring me a script
Yeah I robbed ya mans but we ain’t gon trip
Yeah I shot ya mans cause that n***a a bitch
They told me patience is a virtue
Never running in circles
Got over hurdles
Still trapping whatchu need, I’ll serve you
You ain’t talking money nine outta ten I'ma curve you
We put them shells on the strip like we was selling turtles
And two of my n***as Philly most wanted for killing
I was dealing while n***as was at the gallery stealing
And I take care of my n***as in them prisons they chillin
I started from the floor then I ran it up to the ceiling