[Verse 1]
Fingers crossed like I'm mob tied
I haven't felt this way in years cried tears when my dawg died
Sometimes you end on the wrong side
We took the Rari for a long ride
I always wanted more
I wanna lift up the Aventador
And turn my words to the newest cause
And 16s to the newer 6
And 28s to a 36
And all the fleas tryna politic, true story
I’m overseas count alotta chips, true story
Most rings, least celebrated, feel like Robert Horry
Double-crossed by my own side
They say they slide, then they gon’ slide
Fuck it dawg we gon’ ride
Fingers twisted like my big folk
I feel like Hov with the brim low
Blue flag like a big LOC
I might stop and let this bitch breath
Or keep goin’ make this bitch bleed
I stopped callin’, let that bitch leave
I’m in a foreign it got seven speeds

[Chorus]
These situations get overwhelming, I had to let it be
You gotta see this shit from our side
Fingers crossed like I'm mob tied
[Verse 2]
Fingers crossed like I’m James Prince
It’s been years since they took my brother, it ain’t been the same since
Sometimes you end up on the wrong list
We load the truck up for that long trip
And they ain’t let us see him
When I was younger I would wanna BM
And bend corner for the coolest whips
And turn my birds into the newer six
And 28s to a 36
They tried to rob him and he clapped a n***a, true story
Self-defense but he wacked a n***a, true story
Segregation said he had influence in his dormitory
Double-crossed by a racist system
It’s free my n***as till they free my n***as
Fuck it dawg, I’m goin’ with ‘em
Fingers twisted like my big bro
I feel like him with the brim low
Blue flag if you didn’t know
I might stop and let this bitch count
Or keep goin’ let this bitch bounce
I pulled over, aired that bitch out
I’m tryna stack it up in large amounts

[Chorus]
These situations get overwhelming, I had to let it out
You gotta see this shit from our side
Fingers crossed like I'm mob tied