[Chorus: Chris King]
As a child, I was problematic
3 point line, I'm automatic
If I see it, I gotta have it
Collect informative [?] pass it
To all of my [?]
Blasfamous, talking ungoddly
Had a big heart with some baggage
But I froze it, and broke it to VVS clairoty
Bairley missing a n***a while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
Hilarious, my [?] in your city, fucking up your area
Now your bitch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
I don't think I cannot not get enough

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Bitch I'm too fly, collect my [?] friequantly
[?] good head like leadership
Grab a 2 lieder, and pour me some lean in it
Bullits fly by, like you see that shit?
I go hard on a ho, and I'm known to concrete a bitch
[?] make me repeat again
Fresh to death till I die, but I kill you, we'll meet again
No competition, don't see any
[?] Glocks [?]
I once played the dealer, and cheated the house, 'cause I had to pull that n***a's card
It was Blackjack, it was 21 shots in a n***a car
Rocking new [?] in a new Wraith, had a young bitch seeing stars
[?]
[?] gotta [?] that
[?] gotta get the sail scratched
Turn the jail to a hell [?]
The bullit hit him so hard that I felt it
[?] pull up in a foreign [?]
I don't smoke crack, lil n***a, I sell it
Got the white girl [?]
[Chorus: Chris King]
As a child, I was problematic
3 point line, I'm automatic
If I see it, I gotta have it
Collect informative [?] pass it
To all of my [?]
Blasfamous, talking ungoddly
Had a big heart with some baggage
But I froze it, and broke it to VVS clairoty
Bairley missing a n***a while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
Hilarious, my [?] in your city, fucking up your area
Now your bitch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
I don't think I cannot not get enough

[Verse 2: Xanman]
Want me to rob like Kendrick, but I like Glocks with extentions
Nobody cared, nobody supporting till you dead or in prison
I'm trapping with gang, already know, Chris King [?] up the murder rate
Hard times in the cold nights, I was in and out like the burger place
[?]
And a bitch in a Bentley [?]
I got a lil uzi, eternal atake
All the times [?] you turn away
I look out for you in a cirtain way
The real [?] fake [?]
The junkies lined up, I served today
[?] money, I can't go to work today
Bentley coupe, and it came with the candy paint
She texting me driving [?]
Heart cold, so I can't be a saint
[?] I can tell that it's fake
I hold this Glock, we gon' go on a date
I really thought you was here to stay
I get a tissue, [?] my tears away
[?] big heart with a missing space