Text me, yeah, drank still pourin'

The money comin', and the hoes still goin'

I don't play no games, **** I'm a grown man

I got fucked up bad, the paper had me closed in

I'm so done with your bullshit

All we had was bad times, wasn't no good shit

Ayy, between me and you, I'm killin' these boys

And tell the truth, between me and you, I ain't feelin' these boys

Had to let go of everything behind me

So I can go forward

I'm the type of **** got score

Put some points on the board

Bitch, I'm a star

Pull your camera out, you see me record

I don't really fuck with ****, dawg, 'cause most of them frauds

Prayin' to God that she get that job, 'cause she unemployed

I gave out everything I had, but I ain't gettin' no awards

Lil' bro, they hit the store and tripped out, he ain't get the cigars

Pull up, pop out with them diamonds on, you know you that boy

I'm finna kill these **** ass again, closed casket

**** really trash, that shit ain't harder than my last shit

Hit my new bitch, these **** couldn't even hit my last bitch

These hoes look good up on the gram, sellin' plates and catfish

Ayy, bitch, I wish I would

We the ones that bring that gangsta shit back to the hood

I'm the type of **** they say don't go there, I still come

Why the fuck you actin' weird when I be 'round you feel somethin'?

His shit was a ho back then, best believe she still one

I would never love properly, my childhood was ruined

**** hate Lou, I don't give no fuck

Timbo boots and my pistol tucked

I'm so tired of all this fake shit, I really had enough

**** this shit'll get so deep, if you think so, then call my bluff

Have you ever seen your people die and cry and sing it up?

**** robbed me ten years ago, I still want them dead

I told the bitch I don't feel like fuckin', I just want some head

I don't give a fuck how God give it to me, I just want some bread

I hit the corner, seen them lights, and I knew Ned was dead

Was time to kill you, ain't get in the car, knew you was scared

I'm the type to hunt delete my Instagram and grow my dreads

Fredo put that pole on a **** in my face

I watched you make that Glock talk when we went on that play

I can't even fuckin' eat, got Jack in the Box and said I'm straight

Still think about that shit and still get chills to this day

I know that lil' shawt with me

I know that lil' Woe with me

I know that this money won't come to me, I gotta go and get it

**** show out in front these hoes

They act different with these bitches

Even if I never go platinum, I'm Lil Boosie of the city

Real talk

You know it's hard to love, it got my heart stained

I'm forever gang

You said you'd never change, it's crazy to see you change

I'm the one that got the streets, they gon' tell you fast lane

I'm the one that got the streets

They gon' tell you fast lane

I'm the one that got the streets

They gon' tell you fast lane

I'm the one that got the streets

They gon' tell you fast lane