[Intro]
(DJ Swift on the track)
(CashMoneyAP)
I ain’t lyin’ Mark
Fuck the song, but [?]
(Drum Dummie)

[Verse 1]
You know how we livin’, accurate bases n***a, from the position
[?] actions, we changin’ from the way we be livin’
Hop out and blast it, acrobatics send him straight to the cellin’
Go demonstrate, fuck with me later once you handle your business
I’m so bright, I spare your feelings, bitch (Grr)
This shit I speak I can’t right of it
What I think? Some psychotic shit
My attention some psycho shit
I think I need a psychiatrist
Lot of musics that Tidal shit
Long range, that’s that rifle shit
ADHD, that’s the hype in me
Million dollars, that’s the check from the label
Ain’t even cash it, tell [?] to save it
Never spеak on it, it stay at the table
Murder for hirе, that favor for flavor
Rock went to sleep with that clip like a cradle
38 Baby, you hear it, it’s major
Money tick tock on my clock on [?]
[?], I ain’t countin’ that baby
Don’t fuck with the beef and the way that it’s beatin’
Marc put it on, so you know I’ma flow
[?] and it spit out that fire every time that I blow it
Never wait on the shit, I don’t play with the shit
Once I make up my mind, you know I’ma do it
Step on that work, we be callin’ it [?]
You ain’t sellin’ that work, you don’t know how to do it
Walk in that bitch and I thug in the crowd
Lie to that bitch, I’ma bite like a dog
Smoke in the car, that be causing the fog
Cut off my phone every time that she call
Don’t know what I’m sayin’ but I feel like it’s raw
A-Humdee Allah I’ma pray to Allah
Boy you a dummy if you think I’m a Muslim
A-Humdee Allah, [?] to God
[Interlude]
You gotta learn your history, you heard me?
When you learn your history, you can become one of them man
Right over left, you know what that mean
My big brother a chief and he conversate with priests like king
You heard me? Bitch ass boy
You better stand on that, what you speak about n***a

[Verse 2]
Goin’ up and I ain’t fallin’ down
Put Christian Louven’ on my feet
Bitch, that’s that blood, take that Jordan off
Bring ‘em back to the desert
Old western with that sawed off
Ain’t no way that my lil slimes speak some soft shit
They that hard mouth
Slime

[Interlude]
Hahaha, yeah
You think I’m crazy? Nah
You think I’m crazy I speak my [?]
Nah, you like that? I know you do
(Ah, ayy, excuse, ayy, I respect myself, but I appreciate yo' gratitude, bitch)

[Verse 3]
Beat that bitch up