[Intro: Flee Lord]
Y’all don’t know, I’ve been working on something special
I’ma go in, 38, you heard?
Lord Lord

[Verse: Flee Lord]
I used to hustle on the holiday, I liked that
Go home and put the knot away, be right back
Ain’t shit changed, I just be in the stu
Make a little change while I be in the booth
This beat sound like Al Green, Barry and Luther
I’ma carry the ruger, you gon’ talk on the computers
Engaged to the game, she married to the shooter
If you’re winning, keep spinning, don’t go at it with the losers
This is life changing shit
Used to like weighing bricks, now my wife play my shit
Got fans in the Kians, even out in Sweden
They’re believing what I’m speaking like “Fleezy, what he preaching?”
Always did me, never need a reason
And my eyes don’t like, I can see it when I greet him
Got me blacking on a 38 Spesh beat
50 cal, smack a pussy n***a into next week
Yeah, we’re still riding for our ancestors
Fuck diamonds, plug line, need a gram tester
Black widowmaker, that’s a man stretcher
Guns flying, thuns dying over hand gestures
Lord