Mission Statement

Hey, before you take 'em on this ride with you

Just know you gotta show these motherfuckers

Gotta show 'em what that shit is that you do

This ain't no fucking rapper

This ain't no artist

You a movement

You the struggle

You the vibe

You the vibe, you Chachi, baby

Now start this bitch

Oh, and um, it all makes sense by the fourth quarter

**** choose the dumb dollar over smart pennies

If you don't see the strings attached, don't mean it ain't any

If you ain't took a loss, then most likely you can't feel me

Had it up, I'm one hundred, that's two fifties

Always

Unless I'm dealing with these bitches

'Cause handling the real, ain't really in they intuition

Baby mamas included, take heed, 'fore you be sorry

One of mine fucked the homie, another one fucking robbed me

From industry walls to eye level with Glocks

Survive time after time like watches chasing the clock, Chachi

Still standing, still 3-5-4 banging

Till my numbers in the rafters, look at 3-5-4 hanging

'Fore I'm done, I'ma have the world 3-5-4 banging

Bad bitches 'round LA, better 3-5-4 bandit, yeah

Dick swinging on another level

Got ****'s angels acting like the fucking Devil

Had some deals on the table, but I backed out

Counted mills on my table, 'fore I plaqued out

Had a three way with yo' girl, yeah we maxed out

But I don't remember shit, bro, I blacked out

Bird told me 'fore I go, I gotta teach 'em something

If it ain't brought up by no chains then it's all for nothing

Duck it, rains, homies kill, shit, it's all for nothing

Diamond motherfucking lane, shit, it's all or nothing

Stand tall as you ball, we don't fall for nothing

We let these clown **** be clowns, we just sit and watch 'em

We got ours out the mud, we don't own no stocks

You put our back against the wall, you gon' hear them shots

Drank, drank got me walking with my chest out

Pull up drunk, fuck your girl like I'm fresh out

Pick my young up from the county, brodie fresh out

Public defender tried to screw him, but he straight now

Mind ticking, politicking on another million

Everything's about precision, youngin's sit and listen

Don't get high and make decisions when you on your mention

My last **** that didn't listen, doing life in prison

She got me sick, I need to heal up

Feel it in my stomach like a sit up

**** all said I fell off, ooh, I needed that

Yeah, I say ol' boy took my spot, well I need it back

Fuck that

Don't make a **** count a hundred thousand out

Don't make me start fucking **** hoes again

Don't make me start running up on **** with mirrors

Making it easy for **** to see how ho they is

I ain't playing nice with **** for no rap purse

And I ain't acting like I like you for no rap verse

Must I remind you ****, I was in the trap first

I ain't get thrown a beat, bro, I pushed sack first

So survival's in my blood, check my DNA

A hunnid mens in a skirt, I'll be a-okay

My new bitch body bang like an 808

Stay with that heat, 2-2-3s bape, NMDs

Diamond freeze, cold world, needed heated seats

These fucking streets'll turn a yee into a fucking beast

Still got a thang for cute bitches wearing buns

Free pretty ho and every bitch is 'bout their fun

My girl fucked a real ****, now she hate lames

Still with my day ones, can you stay the same?

****, can you say the same?

If you can't, you gotta live knowing you the blame

Chachi