Uh, uh, uh

Still trapping, still standing on that business

Tryna lock in with this rap shit, but I'm fucked up out the trenches

Pocket rocks on dirty scales, you know I'm having real chicken

They be looking up to me, every time I speak, them **** listen

They tryna blame me for them bodies

Every time I pop out, they go missing

Had to get them **** from 'round me

They was tripping, moving fishy

Got my wrist off in the bowl over the stove, I'm tryna lock it

Off an adderall and a roxy

Shit, I'm damn near out my body

**** play then he gotta go

Ain't nowhere around it

If he don't die in twenty-four hours, know I'm gone up the Bonnie

I remember them days them **** was laughing

They was tryna clown me

Ain't have no motion, got off my ass

Went and hit the trap to find it

Uh, one of one, **** to righteous, it ain't nothing like me

I ain't finna fake kick it with ****, know that shit unlikely

Running from nothing, but fuck ****, and federal inditement

These bad bitches be broke hoes and they just don't excite me

They claim they real, but shit this more realer

My face good in all these **** hood, I ain't never need no pistol

But I keep it on me

Gotta know I'm going out like I'm Tony, know this street shit not the same

So I've been thuggin' by my lonely, tryna dodge twelve

But with motion, I made bail

Fell in love with the trap, I'll never break up with my scale

Flacka rock better than Jesus to a junkie

Know that I ain't living right, but ain't nothing wrong with getting some money

Still grinding like I'm broke, my stomach hurting, I'm still hungry

Ain't the type to front my move, uh, they'll never know how a **** coming, uh