I put a Amiri all on my jeans, but now these racks can't fit

I got codeine in my styrofoam, know I love my bitch

I poured the 8 up, feel like Kobe Make sure I drop this fuckin' tape before

I O.D

Allah got, my back, no, he gon' hold me It's been a long road, I done really done

Thumbed right through a hunnid, hit it with a finger roll

I can tell he new to this shit for real, he ain't even scraped the bowl

Long nights when I was really trappin' hard, I ain't even changin' my clothes

We had to grind, get this shit off the muscle I knew I was different, was born with hustle

I'm ballin hard, I might go triple double Bitch, I been in the field, you can go check

my hudl **** better move smart, got the tech in the

bubble Man these **** be cappin', don't come around

the way Had to teach Lil' bra how to work that Drac

Said it's two to the chest and it's one to the face

You Know it's omertà , gotta live by the law Take a trip out to Cali like I'm Biggie Smalls

I want the Louis Dior, buy it all Put racks in my Gucci, my pockets too small

I swear to God we went to war like fuck the other side

You better not hop up in them streets, you know them bullets fly

Gotta be a soldier on your own, oh Shit get real, you gotta pray you make it home, oh

Fighting depression, I been tryna find my soul, oh

Murder on my mind, if I catch him, I wipe his nose

Screamin' free freak, I'm tryna tell them, brodie innocent

I'm with my brother, right or wrong, I don't care, I never switch

I can't wait till my bro touchdown, make sure he lit

Get bro a AP or a Cartier for the time he miss

I put a Amiri all on my jeans, but now these racks can't fit

I got codeine in my styrofoam, know I love my bitch

I poured the 8 up, feel like Kobe Make sure I drop this fuckin' tape before I OD

Allah got my back, know he gon' hold me