My girl, she a Chi-Chi, on the corner like a DB, Fred Smoot or a Darrell Green, outside

Like we caroling, weed, pills and ketamine, what you need, we got everything (got that), left home

When I was seventeen, and I never watched the telescreen (never did), I don't tour in Tel Aviv

Don't believe in settling, Habibi, I'm a Philistine, shots fired at the mezzanine

Fifty cal on a metal beam, I disappear with the bedouins (gone), turn the desert into Medellin (gone)

King shit, better bend a knee (gone), king shit, like I'm Meruem (Gon), king shit, like I'm triple

C, hand out, you can kiss the ring (kiss the ring), I live a life of infamy, hope the spirits don't

Visit me, catch me slipping like a Kennedy, I was with my OG, he was with his OG, I was

With my day ones, gotta go through them to get to me

I'm running this shit like I'm Castro, buying big guns with the cash flow

Now you shooter looking for the back door, put a hundred

Shots in your RAV4, US Marshal got a task force, that's why I gotta keep a couple passports

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, we on the back road

Got no love for a uniform (fuck 12), they coming for me like a new Assange

Keep it on me like it's Vietnam (keep that) Might put a turret on a Rubicon

Super Saiyan in his truest form, boots cost a band and I barely wore 'em

I touch the body and it's barely warm, one bite of dust in a desert storm, my phone ringing like a

Telethon, my DC shooter is a Delle Donne, he a killer and he never calm

A winter soldier with a metal arm feds checking for a Bucky Barnes

In the kitchen with the kettle on, big rubber tote California farm

Exotic strand like a lucky charm (zooted)

My girl, she a Chi-Chi (I'm booted), on the corner like a DB (I'm the truest)

Fred Smoot or a Darrell Green (it's a movement), outside like we caroling

Weed, pills and ketamine (what you know bout that), what you need, we got everything

Left home when I was seventeen, and I never watched the telescreen (yes)

I'm running this shit like I'm Castro buying big guns with the cash flow

Now you shooter looking for the back door, put a hundred shots in your RAV4

US Marshal got a task force, that's why I gotta keep a couple passports

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, we on the back road

Free Thugga, free Gunna, free Trel, free my brothers (free everybody), fuck 12 and undercovers

Leo season hot summer, I been looking like a come up, I been cooking since the sunup

Hope your man don't run up, choose peace don't get done up, no the labels don't run us (don't fuck with us)

No the state don't fund us, but the devils walk among us, and I been looking out the shutters, in Abu

Dhabi with my cousins, back to my city it's buzzing, doing that work I don't punch in

Now we get high on the fungus, hammer with me Love and Thunder

They not my friends they my brothers, they pulled me out of the gutter, put all the food in the tupper

Put all the work in the cupboard, I'll pay them back times a hundred, this army cannot be outnumbered

And this world's way too corrupted

I'm running this shit like I'm Castro (my goodness) buying big guns with the cash flow

Now you shooter looking for the back door, put a hundred shots in your RAV4 (shoot that thing)

US Marshal got a task force, that's why I gotta keep a couple passports

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, we on the back road