[Verse 1]
Why the fuck these n***as bitching, blame it on some bitches
Money on my mind, and my mind on the riches
Gotta watch my back; can't let the devil get me
And I ain't never been scared cause I know God with me
Chris Travis be a mortal angel, God sent me
Blunt in my hand, with a shot of dark whiskey
I'mma let that bullshit slide
One hundred rounds in the trunk, we will let it ride
N***a do you wanna die?
Or would you rather be paralyzed?
Lately, I been fucked up mentally
Please forgive me for hurting bitch n***as physically
Fuck n***as can't get to me
Your girl ain't at home cause that bitch with me
Let that bitch breathe
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody
Staying true to myself, fuck everybody
Staying true to my wealth, I got everybody

[Verse 2]
Never do you wrong, always keep it real
Is it right to die, or is it right to kill?
Because I don't really know how to feel
Under pressure, all bitch n***as do is squeal
Heart dropping, eyes stopping, that's a stand still
Bitch n***a I'm on the kill
So n***a gon' try your luck
One time we'll fuck you up
I leave your soul with the doves
Now killing always ain't the choice
But motherfucker I still won't show remorse
Come and beat your ass while you on the porch
Then light up my blunt with a torch
And speed off in my '99 Ford
It's all good, cause I ain't have to use my sword