My cousin on the run an we can’t talk cause I’m out on bond

You ain’t in the streets for real till you can’t leave without yo gun

Little bro got booked wit switch his momma just want to hug her son

Hass n lo got ten years in the pin look what this street shit done

I ain’t got no more time for jail I’m in these streets trying to run a mil

Tell little bro to get that bag he put too much time in trying to kill

Trying to go independent an own my shit I ain’t trying to sign no deal

If it ain’t bout no music or making my money longer I ain’t trying to chill

I ain’t move my moms yet, bank account ain’t large yet

Being poor for so long make you angry make ya palms sweat

Around them millionaires no I ain’t far gotta work no I can’t rest

Open case everyday I stress an all but I’m thankful god I’m blessed

**** use the same lips they suck dick with to diss me what a shame

If it wasn’t for me these hoes these n*gas wouldn’t even know yo name

If it wasn’t for me man some of these killas a come collect that change

If it’s wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be hanging with **** that you hang with

Smile in my face an talk behind my back that ain’t no gang shit

Put me on with a bitch I wifed how you trying to fuck the same bitch

**** got not principles I do not speak they language

Cuttin the grass I sense a snake cut em off before I flame him

Since i was a youngin I knew I was gon have that paper

Never wanted the spotlight I didn’t plan to be famous

Since I built a voice they listen to shit started changing

Trust my enemies before my friends this shit gettin dangerous

**** mad I’m with they mans hoe they callin they mans up

Free lil SHIESTY tag up on the opps them **** jammed up

Free a Blizzy an nuski the d.A hatin they got us jammed up

Even on my dolo like bob the builder I keep that hammer

Said he want me dead and it’s one of me how I ain’t gone yet

If he real as he say him like he say why he ain’t on yet?

Opps still on my line they know I’m famous I still respond back

Fuck a i.g we got switches, .62’s we got compacts

From the trenches

Flying out first class land on the tarmac

I keep popping Percy after Perc can’t get my dog back

House arrest

23 and 1 I’ve been thru all that

Overheard my mans was trying to diss now we ain’t in contact

heart on froze got to have no feelings with a bad bitch

She like goyard she like wearing Louie she ain’t average

If she hold it down when shit go bad I gotta have it

They done let me drown when shit went down it turned me savage