I play with plastic, this ain't really got a smell
But when I'm on the road, I'ma have them pieces, well
If I get locked up, they gonna try to add some years
I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

This shit real, snap my fingers, I didn't get a n***a peeled
I went in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field
New bitch like fendi, but she in YSL heels
Walkin' through Somerset with a bag of me, for real
Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal
I be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real
My n***a got a low numbеr, I might show my other skills
And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I didn't kill

My n***a, tell mе what you want, what you need
Yeah, that shit around from the phones to the bins
Need every kind of whip, from the coupes to the sleaze
I got model bitches, tryna suck me through the jeans
I got some wockhart, 'bout to pour up inna cream
N***as out here tough as hell, but ain't never got no cheese
You gonna make a fake page to say what you want to me
I ain't gotta search for hoes, all of 'em find me

Boy, you ain't gettin' off, somebody need to put you on
N***as rappin' 'bout the kitchen, but ain't never touched the stove
I'm in and out of stores, bitch, I'll call you when I'm home
But I be home in a week 'cause, right now, I'm on the road
These n***as tell it all, when a little pressure on
You can hear the pain in my shit, n***a, that's my sauce
So in love with this money, I can't stand me bein' broke
N***a play with my name, we gon' hang 'em by his throat
This shit real, snap my fingers, I didn't get a n***a peeled
I went in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout the field
New bitch like fendi, but she in YSL heels
Walkin' through Somerset with a bag of me, for real
Painkillers in my pocket, I'ma take 'em till I heal
I be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real
My n***a got a low number, I might show my other skills
And you thought it was some pounds, but it's proof that I didn't kill

Three gram wood to the face, I'm not passin'
Most these n***as characters, in these raps, they be actin'
I ain't really like these rap n***as, they be cappin'
If n***as want smoke, it's on the flo', I ain't cappin'
If you don't buy the damn pack, n***a, why you askin'?
Havin' dreams that I'm rich, I woke up, and made it happen
Fell asleep with my cup, and woke up to a package
Turnin' nothing into something, n***as think I know magic

I play with plastic, this ain't got a smell
But when I'm on the road, I'ma have them pieces
If I, they gon'
I woulda known that indictment, but it's tatted on my skin

This is real, snap my fingers, I didn't get a n***a peeled
I be in the booth, but I'm thinkin' 'bout that new light
But she in YSL heels, I'm walkin' through Somerset with a bag on me, for real
Painkillers in my, I'ma take till I heal
I be in the trenches, you ain't in your hood, for real
N***a got a low, I might show my other
See you thought it was some, but it's, it ain't
Ay, ay