[Verse 1]
Faded off the kush, I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my n***as got that ammo
We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch, n***a, y'all n***as bitch n***as
Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, n***a
Baseball rich, n***a, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit
Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you n***as want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real n***a, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa, n***a, die slow, n***a
For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, n***a
Unload, n***a, reload, n***a
Tools on deck, Home Depot, n***a
Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah, and all my bitches nasty, like a cold dinner
Every day I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100, like a fastball
It's Carter IV
[Interlude]
Yeah!
Ugh!
I'm going back in, man
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled, like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the n***a to fuck with
It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide
Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass, like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey
The heater, I'ma tuck her; Tucker like Delores
That's my word, word like thesaurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me, like a bungee cord
Fear nobody, but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough, like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it; I paint a picture, vivid
And them pistols popping, like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me