I got no more left to say, I mix codeine with the pain

Every day is not the same, without my bros that's been away

I sent out like 50k to all my **** that's in jail

Marlow brought the burner out, got teeth on him that won't decay

Remember my first Gucci belt, Italian linen everyday

Didn't know what Louis were, couldn't build Rome in a day

She just wants the newest purse, broski wants a dinner plate

I don't even want the love, I'm getting used to all the hate

Put on LV shoes like I skate, RS Q3 or the 8

I got bad bitches from south, I'm with the shooters from L8

We making moves and stay up late, 'cause I'm still choosing to get paid

Had to cut my homie off, bro maneuvering like a snake

I'm tired of this talking, can't fit this rubber band in this stack I had to force it

Trying to turn these dingers into Cullinans and Porsches

Broski gonna shoot you first, 'cause we ain't into that bullshit

Hate when bitches stay too long, can't wait for her to leave

Flexing on her Insta with that shit she got from me

So much expectations, every time I supersede

Bro got segregated, 'cause he smoked man on the threes

All the things we never had, now we have what we don't need

I tell hoes to suck me first, even hoes deserve to eat

I might spend a monkey first, to test the waters when it's deep

I can love you till it hurts, but ain't hard for me to leave

Nought to 60 in this Urus, let's go on the count of 3

Always seen these bridges burn, but it's never 'cause of me

Go legit, let's go to work, but **** rather pick the streets

I lost way too many brothers, why do you think we hate police?

Broski loves to sell some dope, he gets a dopamine release