They ain't talking they ain't going to show face

If I pull up with my brothers we've got action

We're gonna pop out like a showcase

Key-lab with the Four Nine in the old case

With a briefcase pulling up, I've got my briefcase

I don't care about that hoes mistakes

Why she pressing me, you better let her know she should know her place

I ain't tripping on nobody like I tie my lace

I ain't tripping on no bodies unless I'm high off Grace

You should probably make your mind up, Either your gang, or your not gang, And you can't fu** with us

Heart turned black, so I ain't find love

She ride passenger with a Glock, doing a hundred until I find some

I ain't had nothing until I found some

Discontent I swear the hate will find a bag or finally bag some

Lidocaine I swear I'm so numb

I asked my momma why I'm tripping, she said you look just like your dad huh?

Cut so many off the roster they were throwing fits

You would think that I was Rasta the way I'm smoking this

You would think that she was gang the way she's in the pic

But she's been known to throw that thing, while she's in the mix

Have them like

Get to a bag I make my own way

I'll lay a track I just need some drank

Go back to back what the f*** you think

I'm in the lab like I'm cooking crank

I'm in the lab I just left the bank

Ain't got a million, but I'm giving thanks

I'm coming hard like I'm shooting blanks

And we're going to ride like a Sixty-Four

Having motion is the only thing I've ever been guilty for

I can't say that I've been here before, but when I'm high I start thinking like I swear that I've been here before

I ain't the type to reminisce a hoe, I'm the type to want a wife, but I'll never ever keep a hoe

If she's an eater then she gets the bro

She the type that wants attention, but he's the type that he's going to get it go

I ain't no rapper, Im a rockstar

Honda living, Fu** the image I'm going to pull up in a box car

That ain't a function that where the cops are

Your at that party until they're iggin until they're finally letting shots off

The Difference is I let them pop off

You ain't going to catch me a party, I'm kicking back with my socks off

I swear that I'm self made

They don't Fu** with me, but since I left they call me

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