Polo G - Hall of Fame Album Lyrics

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Painting Pictures

Uh, uh (ay, 40 who that there?)

Lil Wooski ain't your average teen
He see the opps, gon' bang it out
He know exactly how to hit they block like that's his favorite route
Ayy, lil' nigga, if you send some shots, you better make it count
Rips touch his brain cells, rearrange his scalp
They killed Lam, he took three with 'em, they all know what your name about
Ain't seen you in so long, it's like your voice is slowly fadin' out
Love my niggas right or wrong, no, I would never trade 'em out
Ain't thuggin' 'cause he mean it, these lil' niggas in a race for clout
Block died, we threw up X's, TimTim died, we threw up T's
Twin 'nem died, we bangin' L's, I wish that they ain't never leave
For killer K's to the brain, I'm scorin' if I catch the G's
Forever stuntin' like I'm Durb, I keep a few tricks up my sleeve

God, I know I'm nothin' like them
I'm just different, I'm built different
I feel as if we all got a purpose
And we all special in some way
But me, my potential is unmatched
I'm the chosen one
But only time will tell
Long live the guys, uh

Say, "F*ck the opposites," but deep down, we really all alike
Since the elementary, our elders gave us small advice
This shit could lead to death and jail, it's crazy how they all was right
I was playin' AAU with Ed, it was, "Ball is life"
Wish I could've warned him in advance 'fore he lost his life
Game time, call troopers for backup before we call for Christ
Was real to him whole time while he sharpened his knife
He put it in my back for racks, ain't know his heart had a price
Everything done in the dark gon' come to light
Tryna choose your thoughts over your feelings, that's the hardest fight
Had to prove 'em wrong, they said my dreams was out of sight
Now it's fifty K up in my jeans on charter flights
And we rock the hardest ice

Holding back, no
Go without you
I don't wanna be with you, yeah

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RAPSTAR

(Shout out my nigga Synco)
Uh (Tuned up)

Copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like, "F*ck it, I'ma count while I'm in it"
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I've been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it
And we might have a child when I'm finished

Uh, I won't love a ho, after we f*ck she can't get near me
Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri
My pants Amiri, yes, I'm winnin', clearly
I'm the chosen one, seen my potential so they fear me
Lately I've been prayin', God, I wonder can you hear me?
Thinkin' 'bout the old me, I swear I miss you dearly
Stay down 'til you come up, I've been stickin' to that theory
Every day a battle, I'm exhausted and I'm weary
Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary
I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely
I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities
Takin' different pills but I know it ain't gon'

Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like, "F*ck it, I'ma count while I'm in it"
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I've been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it (uh, uh)
And we might have a child when I'm finished

They say I'm Pac rebirth, never put out a weak verse
Homicides when we lurk, I'ma step 'til my feet hurt
Weren't puttin' them streets first
White tees turned burgundy T-shirts
Lookin' for somethin' real, he stuck in a deep search
Anxiety killin' me, I just wanna leave Earth
When they ask if I'm okay, it just make everything seem worse
Tryna explain your feelings sound like something you rehearsed
Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk
Lookin' so deep into your eyes, I can read your thoughts, so
Shut the f*ck, I mean, please don't talk
I done been through too much and I don't need another loss
Put that on every war scar, for every battle I fought

Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like, "F*ck it, I'ma count while I'm in it"
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I've been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it
And we might have a child when I'm finished

When I'm finished
When I'm finished

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No Return

Oh, oh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (no, no)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (no)
Uh, uh, uh

Used to hit the block and serve
Work the rock like Kyrie Irv'
Link up with gang, like, what's the word?
Pull up, skrrt, switchin' lanes might jump the curb
And, yeah, bitch, I'm really him, put that on fire, f*ck what you heard
Got three .50s, that's 150, ain't no limit, I f*ck with Herb
Lil' kids turned grown men, we come from cribs dysfunctional
Gotta learn how to play your own hand, don't ever get too comfortable
That's lil' shit, he can think he hot 'til them real killers come and humble you
All day, tell 'em, "Spin the block," 'til your best friend laying under you
Know 'bout late nights and that hunger
Know 'bout rainy days and that thunder
I know lil' niggas on slime shit, no Young Thugs and Gunnas
We was in the field, Glock kick back, we gon' kick it off like punters
I'm Too Turnt Gang, got five in me, I ain't never been no runner (bitch)

I can't ever go back to the way shit was (oh, oh, oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want
I can't ever go back to the way shit was (no)
I done came too far, put that on everything I love
Roaches in the crib, mama on drugs (uh, no)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (no, oh)
I can't never, I can't never
I can't never, I can't never, oh

I come from the muddiest part of the trenches
Where niggas are dyin' today
Niggas into it with you but niggas gon' hang
In clique and be in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'd rather be on the case and stay in the mix
Than be in a nigga case (be in a nigga case)
I don't sneak diss, the shit I tell my dawg
The shit I'll say in your face (say in a nigga face)
Perc' got Fentanyl on 'em, he still want him a sixty (want him a sixty)
I took my brother Ruger and told him think and I gave him a .50 (oh)
That backdoor cool where I'm from, that shit new in the city (oh, oh, oh)
And y'all be hanging and playing the game together, you know you snitchin' (oh, oh, oh)
I be tired of losing my niggas to niggas who knew the killer (who knew the killer)
Threw up my guts, I seen that footage
You don't know that feeling (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't hang with my niggas, homies dolo
I don't know them niggas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why they play with me on IG like we lame? They know we killers, yeah

I can't ever go back to the way shit was (oh, oh, oh, no)
I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want
I can't ever go back to the way shit was (no)
I done came too far, put that on everything I love
Roaches in the crib, mama on drugs (uh, no)
I can't let it go back to the way that it was
I can't never go back (no, oh)
I can't never, I can't never
I can't never, I can't never, oh

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Toxic

Uh, uh, uh

Baby, I'm a soldier, you won't find nobody solider
Love that bitch so much, I caught her cheatin' woulda shot at her
F*ck broken hearts, keep stuffin' all these hundreds 'til my pockets hurt
I just go by morals, I don't care 'bout who more popular
Heard his ho went missin', she with gang like we adopted her
Got a low-key freak, I save her pics, but I don't follow her
Lil' Cap he got heat, the type of heat that break thermometers
Way far from my peak and where I started, took a lot of work
When I turned eighteen, I tried to see how much my block is worth
Right on Evergreen with Glocks on S, bitch, we on opp alert
Same niggas hatin' out there watchin' with binoculars
Legends never die, you the reason I stopped poppin' Percs

All she say is, "Boy, you so selfish"
I told her, "Baby, I'm a gangster, I can't help it"
Uh, and I'm with them members, really knelt shit
In the ground, every nigga that we dealt with (uh)
Pipe it up, feel the beat and let that bass knock
He get left right in the streets when that K rock
Fireworks got some shit that make your face drop
When lil' hot 'nem, they get started, they just can't stop

A lil' white boy from the 'burbs
got the nerve to tell me I ain't goin' hard enough
Like he really ever had it hard enough
Like, bitch, don't get me started up
I'm still gon' be right here if the rap game clean the garbage up
Can't buy for nothin'
I'm with some renegades, Draco beatin', feel a bang
.223s hit his face, tactical won't leave a trace
I was thuggin', grandma hopin' that this shit a phase
Twenty chains, six figures, just to hit the stage

All she say is, "Boy, you so selfish"
I told her, "Baby, I'm a gangster, I can't help it"
Uh, and I'm with them members, really knelt shit
In the ground, every nigga that we dealt with (uh)
Pipe it up, feel the beat and let that bass knock
He get left right in the streets when that K rock
Fireworks got some shit that make your face drop
When lil' hot 'nem, they get started, they just can't stop

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Epidemic

(Dmac on the f*cking track)
(Tahj Money)

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze

Once you give my pussy up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the bitch
Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad's goin', bitch, we don't do no assist
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest shit

I'm so sick of, "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze

Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me
Promise to my son, that the streets won't get no more of me
Remember every line from that obituary poetry
See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me
See him in person, then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van
You know it's f*ck the other side 'cause my niggas gone
Always been f*ck the other side, we don't get along
If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
Tryna correct her flaws, she filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song

I'm so sick of, "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze

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GANG GANG

Uh
So used to them grey clouds
I might f*ck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame (hey)

Young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, once he play that writing role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll

So used to them grey clouds
I might f*ck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames

Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (woo)
Heard niggas got money out on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (hmm)
Let the work out thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (damn)
I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (yeah)
Six-six deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
That's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (skrrt)
Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh)
I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (ooh)
I banged on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang-gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold

Used to the grey clouds
I might f*ck around and drop the top in the rain (yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range (top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp, what he bang (yeah)
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne (ooh)
Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee (yeah, yeah)
Call me Capalotty

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Boom

(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Uh

We do some expensive stunting, uh
I got this drip from London, uh
You think he playing the post
From the way he come off the hip or something, uh
Empty a clip or something
Fn make him trip from running
I'm speeding, my engine humming
We ain't toting these blicks for nothing
Come through and slam on a nigga like Drummond
I'm with the cappers, you know how we bumming
Not from Atlanta, I'm talking 'bout losing your top
I done seen all them demons get summoned
Come from the bottom so I gotta reach to the top
Now I need sixty-five for a frontend
Now that Louis bag filled up with hundreds
I was so broke, man, that shit was disgusting

Like boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon, uh

Running the city, might need me a statue or something
Like watch out for Cap 'cause he coming
We with the shits and a tool what I pack like I'm plumbing
Send a hit just from tapping a button
They wanna know why a young nigga flexing so hard
How he run up that sack all a sudden
I'm off a pill, I won't cut her no slack when we f*cking
Put dick in the back of her stomach
Now go, rounds blow
Man down, whoa
Blow out his mind, gross
Uh, them hitters come out at the night time
They pop out the cut at the right time
Them shells jumping out of that pipe flying
End of the tunnel, he gon' see that light shine

Like boom, we make it hot like it's June
Turn his white tee to maroon
We put him up like a hot air balloon
Now they claiming he left too soon
Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me
I don't know why that's what you assume
Like cool, deep in that struggle for real
I ain't never had no silver spoon, uh

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Black Hearted

(Damn, Mikey)

I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep

Head on a swivel, opposition like a block away
Teeth grittin' off them X pills, so high that I couldn't concentrate
I'm TimTim Gang, don't add a K, 'cause I don't think that's smart to say
Rock out with that TEC, might make a nigga do the Harlem Shake
Make sure that grass low, keep your pole and always watch for snakes
Be careful who you trust, 'cause they'll cross you like Tim Hardaway
Impatient in the slums, I couldn't afford to let my mama wait
Long-distance relationship with God, so it get hard to pray
You can't really plan what's meant to be, I think they call it fate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much I can tolerate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much that my heart can take
Like let's give it a rest, girl, I just wanna give my heart a break

I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep

Fee say like two hundred racks, but the price keep goin' up
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, they don't like me blowin' up
Back against the wall, no one to trust
Ain't no limit in these streets, can ride a bike you old enough
Gotta fight, no foldin' up, lack, pay the price, you know what's up
And when they say, "Who winnin'?" Bitch, act like you know it's us
From the soil, you gotta share the same scars to roll with us
Say it's smoke, then roll it up, off the Act', I'm pourin' up
It's crackin' where I'm from, watch what you throwin' up
Just reckless gangbangin', no big homies over us
'Fatuated by dollars, yeah, on that guap, I got a crush
Been racin' to millions, the money talks give me a rush

I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep

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Broken Guitars

From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh

I remember high speeds on the jakes
I had a plug for Fentanyl on the case
I remember birthdays with no cakes
Early mornin trappin', had a long day
Always moved at my own pace
Duckin' funerals when that chrome spray
Glizzy clappin' til his bones break
Headshot, make his dome shake
And shawty ain't got no guns
He just doin' what his favorite song say
Ain't tryna leave his brothers behind
But he better run for his own sake
Can't escape this daily system
Or you can go the headstone way
Know the keys to life is wisdom
And I know loyalty a strong trait

From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh

I bought two guitars singing like it's Rolling Loud
When I'm on the stage
You would think this Glock singing way it's surfin' crowds
We gon' part them waves
Plus I got bands on me like Aerosmith, while I walk this way
And that nigga ran way before the bell, heard he got a lot to say
Chopped him up, thought you wasn't with me through the wire, no
'Cause I'm in the hood bustin' up a sixty or a higher dose
Rockin' two hoodies, now I go and get me a designer coat
I got lil' niggas who been totin' glizzys, they were nine years old

From handcuffs to Rollies, can't give you the old me
You still wastin' my time, I feel that you owe me
Liar, hearts on fire, walkin' through the wire
Just follow your desire, oh, oh

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GNF (OKOKOK)

Uh
Shh

Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate

And them killers gon' jump out the roof
If I give them the green, them lil' niggas shoot, uh
And I really got rich out the blue
But I see red when I'm in the booth
His advance, I spent that on the coupe
Had to really take a stand with the troops
Uh, so, bitch if you see me, salute
And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit
I seen his lil' diss, that was cute
My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute
And shoutout to Pop Smoke
But they don't really wanna f*ck with Lil' Woo
Be direct, boy, you talking to who?
I got shooters that don't even hoop
If it's that, ain't no calling' a truce
Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch

Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate

If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit
You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch
Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit
They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick
Hut one, hut two, we steppin'
We be really tryna use these weapons
Squeezin' on that two plus seven
Hollows plus you, that's Heaven
Man, I really done turned to a maniac
In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at
If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that
So his mama gon' cry for her baby back
And if all of them die, I'm okay with that
'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that
Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that at
Walk up and make sure that his brains splat

Wait, slow it down (baow)
Okay, okay, okay (don't give no f*ck, yo, Varohl)
If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no f*ck)
Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)
And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate

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Go Part 1

Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid)

Uh, rather get caught with it
Can't f*ck with too many, I feel like I'm too authentic
Pink slips shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain't rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it's that, we shoot it up, we hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby, when it's danger, I can sense it
When I'm toppin' Nina, I feel anger, I'm ascended (bop, bop, bop, bop)
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of L's that season, I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the f*ck I am
I could pop out couple million flexin' for the 'Gram
Got a six car garage, I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plan on robbin', that Nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (yeah, boom)

Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock
Tucked right in my tims (tucked right in my tims)
Still got an AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb' (grrah)
Pussy, no bap (ayy), I don't bap a lot (no bap)
Can't say no cap, put that on cap, I'm with Capalot (that's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't got a Glock (stay there)
Been totin' pistols before Rap, I don't know how to stop
I can't switch, can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field 'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter mil', they ain't really shit

Can't let 'em see me lose, they expectin' me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you up, down face 'em, get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin', my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain't no trappin' me (uh)
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke, we ain't scared
He reach for his Carti', it's gon' be a whole lot of red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode, I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh

Yeah, livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin' in the slums, we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low

---

Heart of a Giant

(Damn Mikey)

Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh

I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano
Don't f*ck with me 'cause you feel like you got to
Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo
Said I left her broken, I ain't try to
But you whatever you want, you know I got you
Arguments with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me
I was goin' numb but that was back when I was poppin' Perkys
Grindin' hard for these fabrics now I feel like Prada cursed me
I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy
Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty
Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with thirty
Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob get dirty
Score, fast brakes, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey
They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat sheet
Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef
Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet
Runnin' from the graveyard so we pack heat

Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh

Youngin' was already the coldest, you just ain't know it
Too many scars, heartbroken as he got older (yeah, yeah)
Glock in pants, if he show it, he gonna blow it (yeah, yeah)
All for them bands, he be rockin', he be rollin' (yeah, yeah)
And niggas they got tension but they beef be undercover, though (yeah, yeah)
I can't lie I miss it, but these bitches ain't one hunnid, though
I thought you was different but you built just like these other hoes
Had me in my feelings once I seen how your true colors show
But I carry on, act like I don't care 'bout that
Tryna change her last name to green until I seen her heart was black
Try my best to lead the team, life of a quarterback
Heard the news about DeeDee, I damn near a heart attack (yeah)

Cold and abandoned, chills runnin' through her spine
Just for thinkin' he won't
I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want
Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't
Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum
Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh

---

Zooted Freestyle

Ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

I work the pack, I was never over the stove whippin'
Had to trap to make a way, this shit a cold business
Boy, if you conversate with rocks, might get a long sentence, uh
Nina blowin' kisses til it's soul liftin'
My lil' homie known for shootin' like he Cole Bennett
Was just a shawty, off this checks, was f*ckin' grown women
My life a movie, all these bitches wanna roll in it
The cloth I'm cut from was special, I wear my clothes different
Locked in the booth, say I'm the GOAT from how I'm killin' tracks
Bitch, just be grateful if you got a chance to witness that
I f*cked up the racks, went on the road just to get it back
Starin' in the mirror, still ain't met nobody really yet
Coward was that nigga, lost his soul, I remember that
How you go on ten thousand drills, still ain't no killer yet?
Three blicks in the whip and if they deep then we got sticks for that
They gon' have to outline his body like a silhouette
What you know 'bout watchin' out for opps, in a bullpen?
Devil don't care 'bout your innocence, you will get lured
I might have a bed made in Hell for these new sins
I can't say I'm sorry 'bout some shit that I'm gon' do again

We might pop out at your party, snuck them Rugers in, uh
Them Glocks hot when my shooters spin
Baby, we just set the tone, we don't do the trends
I'm from where they try to make a livin' off of two-for-ten
Yeah, bitch you know how we rock
F*ck with the gang, you get brutalized
Please don't try to take my chain, boy, that's suicide
Comin' straight from the slumps where it's do or die
Now how you gon' survive? Ain't nowhere you can hide
For sure, them troopers slide, hollows go into his spine
That glizzy'll bust, leave his noodle fried
Is you with us or what? Better choose a side
Don't sign up for this, if you ain't 'bout it, this shit deadly
Goofies talkin' 'bout that they outside, nigga, barely
I got way too faded, seein' the reaper but he sparred me
From a slimy-ass block where niggas real rarely
Bein' broken and trusting snakes the only thing that scare me
If I hear that back door unlock, a nigga gettin' burried
VVS my pendant, this shit hittin', check my clarity
Got on and made donations in my hood like a charity
I been reeking' havoc, 'cause they never played it fairly

---

Party Lyfe

We live a party life, turnt up all night
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about

Party life all night, bitch, I'm lit
Dancin' under the stars lights, this my shit
Celine hoodie and Off-White for my kicks
Heard he ballin' part time, he on the bench, uh
Heart-eyes for my bitch
Tryna make this one night we won't forget, uh
And we still ain't been asleep, 'cause we ain't tryin' to
Gang f*ckin' up scene when we slide through
Uh, hoppin' out of foreigns, stick on me while I walk it out
It ain't 'bout money, what the f*ck we really talkin' 'bout?
Uh, I remember million dollars schemes, all I thought about
Now we just party and bullshit until they bring my coffin out

We live a party life, turnt up all night
Enjoy the moment, uh
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh
Take off and let your hair down
Went AWOL, I see you here now
Watch the gang ball, they all care now
And every claim false, we don't care about (woo)

Party starter, I feel played and I'ma act on it
To live this life I'm livin'
I went through Hell and I came back from it (I came back)
I think it's cute she say she never comin' back
'Round two or three weeks ago exact
And made her throw that pussy back for me
Even when it's blue, the flame ain't hotter than this
Weed, prescription drugs, I had it all in my piss
One in the head of my lil' pistol, make the biggest gangster get low
Shoot a nigga on stage, I turn your show into a shit show, nigga
Yeah, niggas been hatin' on Baby from the get-go, nigga
But he still that nigga, your kids, your mama and your bitch know
So f*ck your win, I ain't tryna party with them lames
I rather kick back with my people
'Cause family matters like the Winslows, nigga

We live a party life, turnt up all night (Carl Winslow and them, nigga)
Enjoy the moment, uh (enjoy the motherf*ckin' moment, nigga)
You fought the hardest fight, wipe tears from your eyes
It feel good don't it? Uh (yeah)
Take off and let your hair down (this shit can't be recreated)
Went AWOL, I see you here now (and this shit can't be duplicated, man)
Watch the gang ball, they all care now (shit can't be done like this twice, nigga)
And every claim false, we don't care about (be yourself, go)

---

Losses

(Wheezy outta here)

In Bentley trucks, with semis tucked
Lil' hot and 'em turn the city up
We wildin', don't give any f*cks
We block stars, they envy us
A broken child with stingy trust
This greatness can't be in a rush
Lil Capalot get plenty bucks
Girl, this ain't love, just empty lust
Just spoil her, go shoppin'
keep her ass rubbed and her titties sucked
Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out
And that's music to my ears and I'm dancin' with the devil
Forbes list, I'm tryna be one of the richest, I can't settle
Rockstar lifestyle, grip a heavy metal
I put my bros on my Patek, got hood angels in my bezel
Yeah, yeah, we pay foreign cars, I got several
Shinin' to the grave, tell the undertaker, "Bustdown my shovel"

I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah

I upgrade everything that come with my dawgs
Sometimes they love me, then hate me, they wished it all (yeah)
They wish I was broke and didn't have none of these cars (uh)
I'm so up, above your climate, I'm in the stars
I built this shit from the ground and I took it far
I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge
She picked me up in a Uber, then we had went to eat
She sucked that dick, and I had asked, do she got missin' teeth
We had to party in the streets, and then they miss me
I told them, "When I come back, I'ma buy the whole street"
My homie hit the bitch, but act like he don't know a thing
That's that's mob tie, that's that mob life, yeah

I hate that summer that I lost bro
They ain't cut from my cloth, no
Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes
Whole gang lit, that's squad goals
Jumped off the porch when I was like thirteen
Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green
I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah

---

So Real

(Sephgotthewaves)
Oh, uh

Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh

Come on, I'll take you where you need to go
Tell you whatever you need to know
'Cause we fo' sho', I'll keep you close, won't sleep alone
Passionate, give you deepest stroke
Soaring through these skies, trips to Dubai
I'll do anything to keep you satisfied
Tears of a warrior, I have some battle cries
Know you wonderin' how I survived, oh
And I hate it when we break up, different hoes and liquor
All night I stayed up, starin' at your picture
Them hard times made us, my heart for you got bigger
Don't think I'll ever find something realer, oh (uh)

Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie, uh

May 18th, nine o'clock, L.A. time
I remember that's the first day we FaceTimed
Now even when it's gloomy, still know how to make my day shine
On the road to forever, we can't fall by the wayside
Real street nigga, love you like my first gun
Forever grateful for you, bless me with my first son
Bonnie and Clyde, baby, let's go on the run
Play you for your heart, girl, let's have a one-on-one
Treat this love like a religion 'cause I believe in you
Something like a guardian angel, that when I needed you
Never had to question a thing, I know that she the truth
Always showed me nothing but loyalty when I needed proof (uh)

Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection again
Look her in her eyes like, "You're mine"
That's no lie

---

Fame & Riches

Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished

Baby, this Ralph Lauren, not Lacoste
Tryna shake these toxic thoughts
But if a pussy play, we knock him off
And when I had a kid, I seen what my mama saw
Got niggas pocket watching tryna add up what I bought
He might get a halo from these hollows
Been drowning in my sorrows but hopefully I'll be fine by tomorrow
In my feelings in this Wraith 'cause that's where stars cope
Insecure but he so scared to let his scars show
Might cash out on the Vette like f*ck a car note
Tired of being heart broke, numb to the pain, he let his heart go
Posted on the strip selling Demi Lovato
Pull up, take his soul, we don't borrow
F*ck the opps, get money, that's the motto

Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished

Ay, time wait for no man, I'm off this romance
She just wanna f*ck to Jamie Foxx and Kanye West's "Slow Jamz"
Been taking it slow, ain't popped a pill in a minute
And sometimes I don't know who by my side 'cause these niggas tell me lies
Got crossed too many times, you can't catch me by surprise
My mama took me to church, I'm tryna keep up with my tithes
Got a purpose, gotta step on they tops
I know they praying I'ma flop, they ain't know I was a blessing in disguise
And I know that if I ended up in prison, they'd never ever visit
They'd never ever send a J-Pay
I promise I'ma make it home to my lil' baby
I promise to never ever listen to naysay

Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace
Father God, I just pray for forgiveness (so I gotta keep it true)
We fell off and shit got strange 'cause of distance
Wish I could get some millions in exchange for my feelings
(Make sure I keep a cut, watch out for my lil' brother)
Feel like you had it harder, we felt pain, what's the difference?
Lil' bro gon' let it bang, f*ck a witness
Cold killer raised from the trenches
For my dawgs, I'd give up all the fame and the riches
Just remember my name when I'm finished

---

For the Love of New York

Polo, Polo
Polo G
(CashMoneyAP)

Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys

Countin' millions, flyin' private jets to pass time
And every time I hit the road, I'm on the cash grind
It's hard adapting this life, I live the fast kind
But we could rock until I'm spittin' out my last rhyme
How many times we gotta argue before we get it right?
'Cause it's been long days and bitter nights
We could talk about it, it ain't shit for you to get a flight
Went through some things that make me see you in a different light
I ain't stuntin' these hoes, I'm just livin' life
But if we fall off, could I still call for some quick advice?
Turn into strangers, still remember what your kiss is like
Lights off, hands on your waist, always grip it tight
Tryna figure out my feelings, I'm confusin' you
Where I'm from happy endings are unusual
If looks kill, they be cryin' at my funeral
And even when you mad, girl, you still so beautiful (uh)

Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys

You said you'd never make me cry
That's right before you made me cry
Said you ain't like them other guys
Then you led me to my demise
I never, shoulda gave it to you in the first place (place)
And why the f*ck I move in with you in the first place? (Place)
I was the first one to put you up on that Hermès
Exotic beaches, just layin' there like a mermaid
Could took your surname, kept you from them birdbrains
Now, you in my burn book, f*ck you and what's-her-name
I rather physical, emotional's the worst pain
You triggerin' my anxiety in the worst way
Sometimes, the best time you could do is step away (away)
I'll always be the one you let get away (away)
Put on our favorite song and I just let it play (play)
Pull out the git-at and I might just let it spray (spray)

Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just like it when you say less and do more
Baby, we not vibin' if it's too forced
Tired of cryin', she done cried all her last cries
She been heartbroken for the last time
Girl, if I wasn't so heartless, you could have mine
I was in the slums, thuggin' with the bad guys

Mmh
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (I'll be gone)
Told my bitch, "Pick me up in the morning"
Gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone (gone)
This is toxic, don't act like it's normal
(Don't act like it's normal)

This is toxic, don't act like it's normal

---

Clueless

(AXL)
Look, woo

Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless)

They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I get the money and dip, huh
I don't go to war 'less I'm fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I'm good with a bitch, yeah, look (ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip, shooter shootin' then he pass grip, uh
Don't say you smokin' on my niggas, (nah)
'Cause that be your last spliff (bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (ayy)
Turn my bitch into a bad bitch
Drop a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give 'em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough but know how to play, uh
I did a show, that's out of state (ayy)
I make them bitches go out of their way to see Fivi (ayy)

Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit) (lil' bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (boaw)

They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York
With the gang and we on some woo shit (woo)
And we really outside, and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do shit (lil' bitch)
If it's a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (ayy)
Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris (ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (we did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me
Tell him stitch me a new wrist (lil' bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis
I spend like a band on my new kicks (lil' bitch)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick (ayy)
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy)
Make a hater throw up, 'cause my coupe sick
I can't f*ck on that ho, 'cause I'm too rich (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Look (woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave
With Polo and we on some woo shit (woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
And we both feelin' ruthless (ruthless) (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot
I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (nah)
Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit)
Headshot (headshot), clueless (clueless) (baow)

They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh, uh, saw me and started droolin' (woo) (she did)
Big dope (big dope), boofin' (boofin')
Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)

---

Bloody Canvas

That's why, it wasn't told
To the leave the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone

Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only fourteen
Don't f*ck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to tourin' dreams and a street legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin' live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he told him
A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
And his family hood-famous, "Pop Out," everybody know him
And his peoples tough on him so he won't let nobody ho him
Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
All through his childhood, he was bad but innocent
Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
That's who he cracked jokes, made a bond and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of getting beat up
They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
Adrenalin pumpin', now they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went boaw
Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
"Jacob just got shot," that's what a lady scream
Now everybody out of breath, running to the scene
Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
His eyes rolling back, his auntie tryna tell him, "Breathe"
Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only seventeen
Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed

F*ck, man
This nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit
It got me f*cked up

And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body, and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi'
Got the lo' on a nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A light skin, heavy-set nigga named Rodney?
Say, "He be out West, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"

Yo, what's the word?
Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
It was the lil' nigga Rodney
He be hangin' out up at the gas station
On Pulaski tryna make some money, nigga always out his mind
Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more

Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he tryna sell his last rock
Ced hopped out the car, he ready to erase him
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him bang him
It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chasin'
Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
Ced walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
Gave him for shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Ced went into his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
Plus they have his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fightin' drama now
Ced f*ckin' takin' it to trial, he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count

Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up
For up to twenty-five years
The judge gave him twenty-eight
Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you