I done blew my pole away before I ever wrote a rap
Sold my soul to the trap and I can't even buy it back
That shit ain't part of my plan if money ain't exchanging hands
These niggas throwing down the hood be really fans Niggas used to be my mans
My family showed you more than love It was like my momma had enough love for the
Both of us And I still got love for you even though you
Chose the drugs You was showing up for a nigga back when
No one was But you ain't wanna see me eat like a nigga
Was finna show you up But you ain't wanna see me eat like you was
Throwing up And to be honest you the reason why I throw
This up Back in the day we had it popping shit was
Dope as f*ck And my pockets is on Giannis cause they
Full of bucks Tryna pop it at your goddess you gon' hoe or
What Ain't it ironic that they caught the sucker
On the bus He had it on him but the homie was the first
To bust And if I got it then you got it cause I know
The plug I woulda tossed you that little shit that
You stole you bum This shit like peanuts to a giant
When they say never show your stash they wasn't lying
But I went against the grain I was defiant Can you blame a nigga for trying
If the young homies say we got a slot I can't deny em
I'm just doing what Mike did I wish a nigga would try shit
I'm from the motherf*cking wood and they don't like it
And we ain't fighting Keep a Glock with a light switch
Asked the last nigga thought that he was Tyson I put bell to ass I hope every sucking nigga
Die quick A nigga tired of this barely getting by shit
I just ain't satisfied with where my life is I'ma keep rolling the dice cause I might hit
I'm trying to pull up in some fly shit Forgiato's on some 2025 shit
They don't want problems I keep a strap like a dyke bitch
They be like what the f*ck is that can't even hide it
But I'ma give the bitch the bat that three strike shit
Trying to get me indicted
This Audemars called the brick, man you ain't heard of this
Now I'm pushing perk 30s with a 30 stick Watch how you speaking on the click cause we
A murder shit I can bust down a whole kick and refurbish it
You ever took a mail loss for a 20 pack? You ever told the plug f*ck em he can't get
Them back The place you using as a trap I used to
Live in that Antie on crack while my unc addicted to the
Smack Big cousin went to jail that's when I found
The strap Now I'm hitting licks with the shit it got
Me bouncing back They call me Blow got on my feet and copped
An ounce of that Now I got your bitch sucking dick while I'm
Counting scratch Mr. International I've been around the map
State to state pushing weight didn't come around the rap
I'm pushing white but repping brown and black I hold it down for that
And you never ever catch a round a rat I never went to Job Corps I'm in the mob
Zone colt 44 for any nigga thinking John Jones
You's a rat you're old enough to know right from wrong
Bro slid a missed I told him double back and write his wrongs
Shit I'm loadin on my stride now while I write this song
Boys ain't gotta watch the block now they spy with drones
Came in this world to the neck and probably die alone
And I realize it ain't my block until I buy a home
Just send my nigga down for bread so he can buy a phone
Talking down in front of me but my nigga get you fired on
Rap sheet like my rap catalog a mile long Bitch calling talking about no money get
The dial tone