[Verse 1]
N***a, stop the car right here
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangster of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
Pussy, you ain't got motion, I peeped your game, you got motion once a year
Tax time, I got rich and my city got mad at me
Fuck your feelings, before this shit, n***a, you ain't go half with me
I'm frontline for myself, n***a, for the shit, I'll catch a first degree
I'm frontline for hood, n***a for this shit, I'll clear the street
These n***as Love & Hip Hop in this shit
This rapper the next rapper bitch
I was gettin' too nice and friendly, so I backed back and upped my fuckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you bitches, I'm on some Foxes only shit
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a bitch, why you try that shit?
I ain't gon' lie, every young n***a in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' quits
All them young n***as rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this shit
Racks, all them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Dracs on me

[Interlude]
N***a, this shit Foxes only with me, n***a
Can't no n***a come around me, can't no n***a get near me or nothin', n***a
I switched up all my numbers, n***a, it's hard to get to me
N***a, all that type of shit, n***a
N***a, this shit get different, n***a
N***a, switches, Dracs, and fast cars, n***a
And a lot of bitches with BBLs, n***a
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
N***a, this shit so different, only a couple n***as in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust, Foxes ready to bust, shit over-stood
N***a, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this shit came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, n***a, I'd redo it
I seen a junkie sniff somethin' so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like lighter fluid
N***a, this shit so fuckin' hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no n***a help me do it, I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes, I had to fuckin' do it
N***a play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
N***a at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it (Frrt)
That's how that shit sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a fuckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane now?"
What you know about that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
N***a, I ain't had to get that call, I was right there with him
N***a, don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em (Frrt)