[Produced by Mr Incredible]

[Verse 1]
Bel Air with the fellas and the bosses of bullshit
Yeah my life a scary movie, you just Officer Doofy
Slide up on his ass in traffic, then it’s off with his coochie
Again my life a motion picture, call it bullshit the movie
Starring bitches and gangsters
17 in the clip, one in the chamber
I just bought hella guns cause these goofies is dangerous
Folks with me on the run so right now he nameless
N***as bitches, straight snitches, saying names, point fingers
Insane, when I’m coming out the cut, point ninas
I remember being 17 in bellys and beamers
Old n***as fucked up, talking bout they was stealers
I remember triple beams, cocaine, and tina
I remember bad dreams from bad things I’ve done
On Instagram flexing, now he can’t make bond
This shit don’t make sense fam, what the fuck they thought
These n***as hustling backwards
We giving busters caskets
My n***as hustle addicts
Dirty money bastards
Come from section 8, now I’m straight on TV and shit
N***as studying the god, tryna be me and shit
Phone call this n***a’s bitch, she got obedient hit
Told my rockaby baby, AG it’s a hit
I don’t need these n***as bitch, I’m as G as it gets
Your B on my D, D as in dick
Your new bitch old, previous shit
When my bitch come with me, we gon’ leave with a bitch
Po pimpin’ imposter
Pistol whip a pussy boy for disrespecting a mobster
C’est la vie, this no fiction
Got your bitch in my iPhone, she a video vixen