[Verse: Ameer Vann]
Praise God, all my n***as free and gettin' money
I keep my hand on a swivel, know they lookin' for me
I ain't hidin' from bitches
Know they lyin' 'bout n***as
Ain't no truth to the rumors
This ain't no rap that I'm spittin'
This the blood of my n***as
This the tears of my mother
It's the voices I'm hearin'
When I'm smokin' alone
I bought the work off my cousin
With my boyband money
Called it business investments
We was raised up reckless