[Intro]
I ain't even lie about
I ain't even lie about
Ay, yeah baby (Frank got the pack)

[Verse 1]
Ay, I ain’t even playin' games
On god, you gon' feel it
How dare you talk down like I’m not one of the realest
You hope a n***a beg
Now I see you in your feelings
Paid all that shit back
Gave you the first million
Even before my kids, even before my mother
Ready to die for you, n***a
You gon turn me on my brother
On god, that shit hurt
Somehow I still love you, n***a
Yeah, ha
You was something like a father figure
I ain’t even sign with n***as
Lost on thе island now
They can’t even find mе, n***a
I can’t even lie, it ain't about money at all
'Cause followin' your ways got me stackin' it tall
You ain't know the business
I was way too big of a star
It’s like having a Bugatti but can’t pay for the cars
Like chasing a lil' bag when we should’ve been up
I made way over ten, but it wasn’t enough
It shoulda came on a truck
Go 'head, tell 'em I'm lyin'
Must got wings on me, tell em I’m flyin'
I was loyal for real
They all told me jump ship and bail
Stay down, I was walkin' on nails, n***a
[Chorus]
You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
N***as always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
N***as always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it (Ay, yeah)

[Verse 2]
N***as always ask me "Why you back in the field?
I’m like, I just went back, it was real
Still got family here
Most these n***as turned out snakes, but a few
Still in the burbs, penthouse with a view in it
Soon as I leave the hood, get home and I view different
Lot a n***as heard I was down but a few witness it
N***a, I be stickin' to money, this glue different
Sneaker boxes full of fifty, the dresser got blues in 'em
Talkin' to the money, roll up and I cruise with it
Whenever I get more I’m lettin' the crew get it
Thinkin' 'bout these years, I don’t regret it at all
'Cause n***a, I was happy to ball
I was throwin' it all
I brought it all, I don’t be shoppin' at all
So much tags I could open a store, n***a
Yeah
I did it right but couldn’t save all my dawgs
My hood angels got called by the lord
[Chorus]
You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
N***as always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
N***as always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it
Yeah, yeah baby