Let me vent, I need a minute to repent I wish I

Kept a better record of all that money that I spent

All that money that I stacked trafficking this money through these

Raps and all that crack a **** sold just tryna make that money back!

A couple hunnid stack

Lost track along time ago drove my mama crazy but maybe my babymomma

Know, or maybe Chuck know or maybe lil' Brudder

Know or maybe they forgot, I'll let a motha fucka know

But fuck it tho I'm just tryna let my brain breathe

The game cold everytime I spit I get a brain freeze

I can't leave tho, they say I'm what the game need except I don't

Play with ****, we ain't even in the same league

The same breed I'm cut from a different cloth

I put a couple **** on, had to cut some **** off

And cut my losses, I'm fuckin' with some bosses

**** they want it all like fuck what it cost us

Now pay attention ****, look at what it cost us

Look at what we came from, look at where it brought us

Look at how we book the mobb and how

These sucka **** crossed us look at...

My **** look at what they taught us neva trust a ****

E'rybody ain't yo brother you gotta read 'em like a book don't never

Judge 'em by they covers, keep yo mouth shut

Don't never speak on what was spoken keep yo ears to da street

Keep yo third eye open neva see shit and watch e'rything around

You keep a very tight circle watch them **** that surround you

Know yo enemy, my **** but know thy self them the only **** I know

I don't know nobody else

I don't need nobody help I came to jail on my own put the mobb on my

Back and took this twelve on my own

In the county with my cell phone on hollering at bone he like

"Tell me what you need blood and when you coming home?" I'm like

It won't be long, just be ready when I touch he like

"They love a shit Petty let's get this feddy when you touch", said I already got it set

Up tell them **** fall back 'em, put e'rything in motion as soon

As we all back I got the ball back, it's young Kevion Bron

All I do is shine while these suckas ride pine yous a pawn

Imma motha fuckin king

Triple double threat I do my motha fucking thing

Double cup of lean four five tucked in my jeans pound click clack gang

Ain't no fuckin' but the team

Fuck you **** mean like I ain't got it by the neck like I

Ain't eating off this shit **** like I ain't got a check like y'all

Ain't got it yet like it's still somebody else like I won't murder

These **** then go and kill somebody else like that ain't the

Realist shit that I done said in so long I ain't felt so strong about

A song in so long, these **** tryna kill my vibe, they think

It's gone they think they got me out my box but they just put me in

My zone I'm on, I wrote a letter to the rap game

Young fly broke **** came out the crack game catch 'em with the work

Out stretchin' 'em like a back sprain they threw me in the chain gang

It's still click clack gang and **** acting strange say I'm

Acting funny say the only time I call 'em is to ask em for some money

Tell them **** it's funny that's the only time y'all answer guess

What's good for the goose ain't always good for the gander

The real **** let these rap **** set the standard **** dying

For them dollars that y'all dropping on them dancers for them commas

That y'all fuckin' off on magic city Monday

I'll wack a **** momma for that magic city money for that diddy

Money shit I'll do it for a Quan check tryna get rich homie

It's all about yo mindset take it out of context you gotta have a set

Mind like your phone gonna miss time, gotta get 'em next time I got a

Kite from ten and that **** hit me on my text line like

Blood I need a verse for you **** shit when the best time

I told him primetime nah and they set you, you gon' try to keep it simple

Shoot me the instrumental it's all about patience communication is

Essential ain't no way that we can't make it we got way to much

Potential I'm the stencil **** wasn't cut out for this shit got

Some Killa's out in Cali that a vouch for this shit

I'm the best bet you can put the house on this shit playing house wit

Yo bitch she got her mouth on my dick **** couch full of bricks

**** closet full of bales **** car full of sticks it look like 33rd

And Bales **** Kansas City whales I'm too colossal for a

Cell middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail ****

Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail ****

Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail ****

Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail ****

Middle finger to the twelve I ain't coming back to jail ****