They say I'm wrong as hell for putting money on his bail,

I can't go nowhere without my killers, I'll fail, bullets raining hell, I seen my **** turning pale

and you will never catch me slipping, I'm not fit for going to jail.

These **** known for switches sides, that's why they gotta play with switches.

And you can't get no convo out of mines, my hoes be coming different, fuck the district

I was trying to make away

When they was ditching. And now it's paper, by the pound, I need that money and my riches.

I hope you listen, I'm the type of **** that's gon' go to trial.

Never leave my brothers

man, I know it's been a while. I was running out of gas, I know they never took em out

We riding dirty in them tints, I know the cops had peeped it foul .

I told that bitch to move around, cause I'm not into playing games.

And tell that **** tuck his chain before a bullet hit his brain.

She getting mad that I was elevating, I don't move the same,

100k before the rappin I was in my lane.

They blicked em down and hunt em down

I got some **** to do you dirty. Better watch out what you say to me, I'm quick to pull a curry

I told my mama I'll be rich one day, that's why I'm in a hurry.

Burn my legs and cut em off before these bitches try to burn me.

Man, I got power with these lyrics

write em out and I go ghost.

That **** took me as a goofy when he died, I made a post

This for all the nights when I was down,

I gave myself a toast and I can't fuck with basic bitches, if I tweak, they do the most

Man, I can't even trust nobody, I've

been hurt too many times. Cashapping when they need it, I can't even get a dime

She told me, cap, you've been the koldest, all I do is speak my mind

It seem like every other day, it's how you doing? I've been fine

Bitch, how you coming? I got time. Can't go nowhere without my nine

It's a crime to say my name in vain, you **** in the dying

And I don't argue with nobody, I just put it in the rhyme

Sour faces on the DOA, we call em lemon lime.

They say I'm wrong as hell for putting money on his bail.

I can't go nowhere without my killers, I'll fail

Bullets raining hell, I see my **** turning pale and you will never catch me slipping

I'm not fit for going to jail.

These **** know for switches sides

that is why they gotta play with switches. And you can't get no convo out of mines

My hoes becoming different, fuck the district. I was trying to make a way when they was ditching

Now it's paper, by the pound I need that money and my riches