[Intro]
N***a play during the day then he dead the same night (The same night)
N***a left me by myself when shit went left and that ain't right (And that ain't right)
I see envy plain sight (Plain sight), wish I can give this fame back (Fame back)
See now I can like this comment, but you can't get your brain back
(Kingyyume)

[Chorus]
I said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right"
Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type (They ain't my type)
Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like (That's the shit I like)
Manifеst this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight (Bitch, I was on thе same flight)
Okay, now this one for my n***as, the ones that I can't bring back (That I can't bring back)
Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back (Praying they make it back)
This a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write ('Cause I ain't have the time to write)
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright (Lil' one you gon' be alright)

[Verse 1]
Okay, but fuck it, pocket full of chips, I just left game night (I just left game night)
I been double cupping even though it ain't no good, it keep my brain right (It keep my brain right)
I been getting buckets like I'm King James, shoot like Dame, tryna get my rings right (Rings right)
Told her, "Give me head first" then later I might get her name right (Name right)
Might go insane, still tryna heal from pain, that's every day and night (That's every day)
With me you only get one strike and boy, you better play it right (You better play it right)
It's very rare I play with twice, third time's the charm but I ain't nice (No, I ain't nice)
Fucked around and out my heart on ice (Heart on ice), wouldn't buy it back no matter the price (No matter)
But matter of fact three hunnid book bags to the hood let's talk about that, let's talk about facts
I'm the one that you n***as wanna rap
The smallest one in the trap, I ain't see none of you n***as there
In this bitch with Dooda and Quelo, first ones in last ones out
[Chorus]
I said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right"
Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type (They ain't my type)
Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like (That's the shit I like)
Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight (Bitch, I was on the same flight)
Okay, now this one for my n***as, the ones that I can't bring back (That I can't bring back)
Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back (Praying they make it back)
This a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write ('Cause I ain't have the time to write)
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright (Lil' one you gon' be alright)

[Verse 2]
Now boy you tripping, talking to them pillows, knowing that ain't right (Knowing that ain't right)
Like these bitches ain't the reason half of these n***as losing they life (Half of these n***as losing they life)
He ain't hit, swing back (Swing) you better not, miss aim right (Aim)
Tryna roll a six, same dice (Same), ayy, make it quick, I got a flight (I got a flight)
Thirty for the Izzy piece now, bitch, you know that come with ice (Bitch you know that come with ice)
Any fee involving me now, bitch, you know that come with tax (Bitch, you know that come with tax)
Brand new **** with a **** on it and you know it came with light (Bitch, you know that come with)
223, nah, for real, probably got more Jordan's than Mike
Probably got more hits than Ike, big knots on me, G lock on me, I did not come here to fight
She wanna fuck on me then fuss with me, I hate it but I like it (I like it)
Let him get through they day, we gon' be smoking him tonight
Look he just post, I'm finna like it

[Chorus]
I said, "Lil' one, what you doing?", he said, "Getting my aim right"
Now you worried about who I'm screwing, them groupie bitches ain't my type (They ain't my type)
Ayy, she gon' slide when it's time to slide and that's the shit I like (That's the shit I like)
Manifest this shit like 828, bitch, I was on the same flight (Bitch, I was on the same flight)
Okay, now this one for my n***as, the ones that I can't bring back (That I can't bring back)
Alright now two times for them killers in missions, praying they make it back (Praying they make it back)
This a letter to the real ones 'cause I ain't have the time to write ('Cause I ain't have the time to write)
A letter to the ghetto children, ayy lil' one you gon' be alright (Lil' one you gon' be alright)