[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
Imma pour that [?] hit the [?]
Young n***a cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a on the road [?]
Young n***a leave him cold, leave him lifeless

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Splash [?] diamonds [?] hit a lightswitch
Young n***as hit the road, with an ice brick
[?] wanna know what the price is
[?] opper, wе on [?] like it's Isis
[?] get in line
N***as brokе, what am I?
If being broke was a crime, I did 20 years [?]
Creeping up, coming down
[?] get it now
Bitch, we up, pour that mud up, in my cup, I might drown
[?] I been high all day [?]
Mama said she pray for us, [?] like Blade Runner
Raised around them grave diggers, [?]
Really spit crack, this shit feel like 81
[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
Imma pour that [?] hit the [?]
Young n***a cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a on the road [?]
Young n***a leave him cold, leave him lifeless

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
[?] half a million dollar cars parked on the curb
Auntie in the kitchen stressin, finna bust a nerve
Nefew got shot, then got caught up in the swerve
Now a days the ghetto everywhere, it ain't no suburbs
[?] when we running out of syrup
[?]
Baby got the curves, big pyrule, but I'm in Houston with some birds, I'm a grown man first
Listen to my music, might be something you can learn
14 cars, I can teach you how to earn
Now we [?] starting ferms
It's a long way from mama in the kitchen doing [?]
Oo wee!
[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
Imma pour that [?] hit the [?]
Young n***a cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a on the road [?]
Young n***a leave him cold, leave him lifeless