(Yeah)

(Sebz Beats, baby)

A couple drills, but we ain't burn the whip

The pole dirty, still ain't swappin' it

I'm born ready, **** scared to live

They made a grave so we gotta dig

Picture me somewhere on a island countin' racks

Picture your ho around the guys, it get bad

You said, "Keep it coming"

You know I don't know no better, brother

On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us

I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it

Shooter for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it

It was kinda different when you died 'cause you was my real homie

I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely

I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me

Better ride for me, won't respect you if you steal from me

The way I'm thuggin', it gon' steal a bitch heart super fast

When I say, "Pull up", better fuck up on my partners, don't be mad

Said you got a round one, thick hips and all, throw it back

Party with the winnin' team, we out here blowin' racks

I be with the spinnin' camp, they out creatin' packs

Know a **** who died fuckin' with the opps

Man, his family must be sad

Why would I let you fuck up my plot if I could shoot you in your back? (Bap)

When I get angry, I just wanna be right back

Bro'nem puttin' up stats for the guys

They took that **** head 'cause they put racks on his ahh

I'ma tell you, "Go get that boy for me" 'cause you look bad when you lie"

It looks bad when they try

When there's a bag, there be crime

We ain't showin' no remorse, we watch 'em cry

I just came back from a show, like who would imagine this is me? (I'm still bridgecock)

Don't matter if it's me or if I'm deep

You fell in love too fast, they left you dead up in the streets

They clap shit, bet they gon' whack you out that V

Get some napkins, you know we cleanin' up the beef

I say, "Less talk, fuck it, we gon' do it right now

If you walk, I walk, fuck it, say the word right now"

You said, "Keep it coming"

You know I don't know no better, brother

On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us

I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it

Shooter for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it

(It was kinda diff—)

It was kinda different ('Cause you was my real homie)

I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely

I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me

(Better ride for me) Won't respect you if you steal from me

We ain't sign up for this shit

No cap

We ain't sign up for this shit, my ****

We born in this shit—

Like I said

Real mafia shit

We grew up in this shit, my ****

Hah, real business

We ain't chose this route, this route chose us, my ****

Come on, ****, real business

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