[Intro: BandGang Masoe]
Damn, E, this a classic
Yeah, thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried, hey

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason n***as die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe]
I stack it up for bad days, I go so hard for Z (I do)
Love Robin and Auntie Tanya, they had love for me (I swear to God)
Got my OG goin' insane, she know we play for keeps
Can barely visit, I might catch a body on her street
Long story short, n***as told, feds did a sweep
Free my n***a Boogz out the feds, we need him on these streets
For the ones who told, ain't no love for you or your peeps
They talking down, I hope they got it to replace them teeth
Talkin' 'bout me, put my problems in this Texas tea
Or offsets with the ratchet, ain't a Cardi B
Get out of line, this bitch'll spin you like it's R&B
I got somethin' to make you lay down like OMB
If he ain't down to put a skit down, he ain't with me
We get a plate then treat this shit like all you can eat
We bought a K, our OG said, "Be all that you can be"
I put a n***a close to God for that Jesus piece (Money, n***a)

[Chorus: BandGang Masoe]
Thought I'd never see my mama cry
'Til the day I heard my daddy died
Never speak about a homicide
That's the shit that get your onions fried
Money ain't everything, somebody lied
Man, that's the main reason n***as die
They bring them tools, we ain't gotta fly
Man, that's the only way I wanna buy
[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ooh, ayy, hit some shit I can't say on the track
N***a, the feds kickin' doors, I don't know if I'm next, ayy
I'm movin' all these pounds, all this weight on my back
Hard not to kill a n***a and put my face on that
Slide down in that buggy with no plates on that
Nowadays gotta mask up, we can't play like that, hey
'Cause these so-called hitters, they be rats
Streets took the stand, n***a, gave Deek a gnat
If they get me in that room, I'm a bat
N***a, this shit really the mob, if I tell, I get whacked, ayy
I ain't no killer but all the killers embrace me
I ain't never been a ho and I ain't never been lazy
I love my baby mama even though that bitch crazy
I would've lost my life if I ain't have that baby, ayy
Chanel made me move smart, made me go harder
Shout out my last bitch, that bitch made me cold-hearted, hey