One thing I hate is a liar

**** don't know me, they act like my homie

And hate on me and my attire

I just put on, for me and my city and ever since, shit been on fire

I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher

Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, yeah

I'ma keep it G like a band

Lookin' for the money, not a friend

Sleepin' on me like a Xan'

This is my blessing, my plan

I wanna thank all my fans

To y'all, I'm forever the man

Fall off like most of these rappers

I don't even like most of these rappers (Fuck 'em)

Either you gang squad, hitters killers, savages, or trappers

(Be yourself, lil' ****) I'm a bossed up savage ass ****

And I'ma stack up (Let's get it)

Durk in the club, call for the backup (Brrr, bow)

He gone make it rain, dead people, and poor out the liquor

(Bubbly, bubbly) I'ma get money

Give me my credit, instead of taking it from me (Let's get it)

The burner is on me (Bow)

I'll shoot, but I don't condone it (No)

I don't wanna rent shit, I'd rather own it (Let's get it)

Free my **** I hate that phone shit, two cups and I get higher

One thing I hate is a liar

**** don't know me, they act like my homie

And hate on me and my attire

I just put on, for me and my city and ever since, shit been on fire

I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher

Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, yeah

Pass me a cup, I need to get high

Real street ****, I don't need to lie

**** my shoes, he been want to die

Cry, marry the streets like a pride

Remember my name, in case and divide

Money and family, it do not compare

My brother was here, no one was there

Stressed, and pulling out hair

Price is at a higher

For the people that's dead

Pour up and hold you up a lighter

Be silent one time, one time like, oh-oh-oh

One time, one time like, oh-oh-oh, yeah

Don't understand me like Signed to the Streets

Look at my son, remind me of me

**** is bitches, and apples don't fall far from the tree

Gave 'em the chance, like the rapper (Yeah)

So that was they chapter (One time)

With this 40 I'ma go cray' cray' (Let's get it)

So don't get mixed in the massacre (Bow, bow, bow)

(I'm tryna get higher) One thing I hate is a liar

**** don't know me, they act like my homie

And hate on me and my attire

I just put on, for me and my city and ever since, shit been on fire

I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher

Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Higher, higher, higher, higher