Guess what I just did?

Made fifteen hundred from just unlocking my side door

So a **** could do they deal

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Took some losses, I'm feelin' numb

Make a birdie in crumbs

Call up my **** Mook, I'm tryna get him the move

Still grievin' 'bout Soda, these **** breakin' the rules

Hittin' bitches for Soda, I'm rose-ing up all my jewels

Broke down, that's the real breakin' news

I asked God to take me, don't know why he takin' you

Told the Devil, "Get up off me," we be conversating too

Hit my line about my **** Ric', ain't think that it was true

Money, sex, and murder

Rapping taking me further

Papa text my phone, say he was worried

I seen Dex in the casket, couldn't watch you get buried

You know this life get like a race, you gotta watch for the hurdles (Yeah)

Street money and scams

Countin' money and laughin', kickin' business with M

Fifteen hundred, open your door, that's not a joke

Eez made a move for his daughter 'cause he was broke

It's crazy 'cause shit get harder the more I go

My money gettin' higher, man, why am I movin' low?

Man, I am just a product, I'm telling you what I know

Make sure you grab that stick before you go get the door

Biggie used to buy the 'scripts from me when I first got 'em

I can see the pain in Cheapie face, he still hurt 'bout it

Then we lost Penny, guess it's more money, more problems

Scooter graduated and hit the streets, I think no college

What happened to Sluggo, Auntie Yolanda?

My Auntie Mimi, look at her and see my grandma

Auntie Carlene, number one stunner

My Uncle Carl was super fly, over-thugging

Watch us around us, can't tell me nothin'

Lost my **** Tizzle, that hurt my stomach

Back to back Benzes, we was out in public

I told my bitch to bring my stick 'cause I was feelin' somethin'

I got too many **** dead, that's who I'm living for

I make it rain like I was Play, that's why I trip on hoes

Ethan died on my birthday, I barely knew him, but he was from my hood, that young **** cold

Dopeboy and PJ got left at the store

Dyin' with the Drac' on me like my **** Cho

Lasers in the trap house like my **** B

I feel like that shit happened 'cause they envy G

If Bud was still alive, how that shit'd be

Flexing through the North End like my **** Keith

HP clear the bag, that's my **** Thump

Face and Brick was the reason I picked up a cup

Everything I do, I do it for my son

Wasn't enough, hurt me bad, damn, I'm out of luck

Going crazy, check the bag, damn, I'm out of drugs