[Intro]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points)

[Chorus]
Feel like I'm back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean
I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene
Two n***as with me, two chopped a piece
For the n***as wanna murder me
What the fuck you n***as mean?

[Verse 1]
Burn they block up, third degree
That n***a lying if he saying he ain't heard of me
If I say go, no surgery, half of them n***as dead
For what they said and they deserve to be
And I can't trust a soul, Lord, forgive me
I got that led all in the church with me
I don't need nobody to do dirt for me
Ain't none of them n***as put in work for me
Don't mention my name in none of that shit
No, I ain't playing no games when it come to that shit
Got the bag, now I can't fumble that shit
I got them mad now 'cause I'm a humble, lil' bitch
You went to Famu, I went to Fam too
Think I played snare, I got the drum on the stick
Don't play fair, I play dumb on a bitch
Soon as we done, I tell her get prepared
She say, "Say you swear", I go numb on her
Uh-uh, can't put my tongue on her
Ayy, this my money, don't put your thumbs on it
ZaZa go in my lungs only
Ayy, fifty's go in them guns only
Two blickys equal one hundred
[Chorus]
Feel like I'm back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean
I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene
Two n***as with me, two chopped a piece
For the n***as wanna murder me
What the fuck you n***as mean?

[Verse 2]
Soon as I hit the scene
Line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme
Pocket full of them crispy things
Why dude come run that shit on me? Like, I ain't peeped the game
I don't even want that shit on me, he think I missed the chain
I told brodie don't miss the brain
When I get that trophy, tell 'em kissed the ring
He don't know what gun they shot him with
But I bet that n***a ain't miss the flame
I don't want him, I'm onto bigger things
Nuts crossed on me, it's a dirty game
Got n***as still in them trap spots
Trying to hit jackpot, pushing Eddie Kane
Lil' One call this bitch Alicia Keys
Don't make 'em make that choppa sing
He died when I was on tour
I don't know that boy, I don't want no problems, man
Don't let this shit be 'bout no dollars, man
Where the fuck you was before dollars came?
He tried to talk to God but it was too late
N***a must've prayed to Charlamagne
[Chorus]
Feel like I'm back on Evergreen
Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean
I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene
Two n***as with me, two chopped a piece
For the n***as wanna murder me
What the fuck you n***as mean?