I remember being a jit really wanna smoke really wanna hit it
I was focused on the cash n***as come around gone hit a lick and
It was all about the thrill like mufuck consequences
Any n***a talkin shit could quickly get it
I ain't never gave a fuck n***a that's my mental
N***as like she dumb numb damn right no feelings
I stay detached but she act so clingy
I just wanna fuck she don't believe me
I'm reppin that 305
Where street flames stay high
Dope dealers pill poppers outchea hustlin by the age of nine
Training like they in the army every day another drive by
In these streets have ya armor or
Say ya prayers and be prepared to die
(N***a best be humble
Or n***a we'll lay ya ass down
N***a best be humble or n***a get laid the fuck out) repeat