Rippa on the beat, bitch

Haha, look

Fresh out of the county, my plans had went left

Fresh out of court, the crackers want me on the shelf

But I'ma keep goin' until it ain't nothin' left

Brand new cutter, keep that buster shit to yourself

Lil' bro facin' murder, the crackers ain't got nothin'

'Cause if they had somethin', he would've been gone

I'll see you when you get home

Tell 'em free Kareem, boy, I'll see you when you get home

Can't wait to be back to back to back in them Benzos

No more bein' broke and it ain't no more pork and mendos

'Member bitches put me in the friend-zone

But now I'm in the end-zone

Brand new cutie-patootie tryna FaceTime

I don't know who's bitch, but she ain't mine

Heard through the grapevine

**** plottin' robbin', and tryna take mine

Brand new chopper, clip got some hangtime

Chris love to slang iron

ATR for life, get down or lay down

ATR for life, get down or

Okay, I'm fresh out of the bank with a 60K deposit

Tryna build my credit, these **** buyin' watches

**** hatin' on a youngin, boy you better watch it

'Fore I have your bitch on an island goin' shoppin', gettin' massages

Fast life livin', man, might not make it to see Christmas

But won't miss Thanksgiving, addicted to chasing chickens

Ain't nothin' like these rappers, baby, I'm way different

I hang around the OG's, they be 'round fake ****

I hang 'round the jits but we kick it like I ain't different

I hang 'round the jits but we kick it like I ain't different

Big banana clips for all of that monkey business

Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa

Look, and I done grown impatient

Dreams come true, you gotta chase it

They don't give it to me, I'ma take it

Lord, I gotta make it

Time comin' soon, I can taste it

Time comin' soon, I can taste it

I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep

'Til then I can't sleep, whoa

Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa

They can't breathe

Lord knows they can't breathe, no

Look, and I done grown impatient

Dreams come true, you gotta chase it

They don't give it to me, I'ma take it

Lord, I gotta make it

Time comin' soon, I can taste it

Time comin' soon, I can taste it

I can't sleep, no, I won't sleep

'Til then I can't sleep, whoa

Make it hard for them to breathe, whoa

They can't breathe

Lord knows they can't breathe, no

Talkin' 'bout, yeah

Real bottom boy survivor, ****

13-20-40, I got my shit out the motherfuckin' mud, ****

Real shit, ****