Worked at Herb, everyday some new stuff Ain't beefing my girl, I'm beefing killers and some kids Everyday I'm getting older, I gotta think about my niece and nephews Show you scenes them bullets bless you Hoy came in as a refuge Make sure we had clothes in ferret Even when we ain't had nothing She make sure we live the best life Say one day I lick a hunnid I'ma give my mama fifty on me they like I sit slam I don't get tipsy Runnin' up and now they miss me Elastic bands all wrapped in fifties 20s and them 10s too Came a long way from hittin' 20s and them 10s beat

I'm even metric on me Leonardo Take me back to 2012, I was stuck inside my room Saw my break come out my heathers, lost my grandma I ain't healed yet Ain't no sign my father fills yet, he thinks I gone tactile heroin I can smell a mil on Nera, police coming close to fear him Made a kill in front of the corner, London, Manit, Aberdeen All my boys distribute, we will never disagree If it's what we grew machines, triple nines we let it be

Sure you told me to stop the lean and she told me to stop the Said I love money and fiends, told her it's nowhere it seems Then she like rinse and repeat, I know if I go broke nobody gon' hire me I ain't have a plan A reason like the post plan B Drinking and finessing to get in from my family Can never be a has-been, holler when I have fitness And she got her tripod, remember when she told me Need this behind if I laugh out, she knows She know for how I do what she needs

You know for ends it ain't dizzy I leave it seen Chemo cannoli smelling like gasoline Always worried don't worry just go to sleep alright How can I tell her I'm in this hard life? Up that house I'm selling hard drive Asked all my boys for some dark crimes We been hellin' but you know I can't lie

uh So many times I have messed up, you know I can't cry You know in death calling your name, you know you can't hide I go used to fearing the rules, like now I don't know rhyme I been broke yet, mills just progressed I get that coat wet, and whip this whole Rex Don't need no old friends, I need my old fiends I need my old peace, messed up my old re- Dodging from police, sipping on codeine Smart stepping low key, I'm stepping low key Stepping with my poor key

them man don't know me, they don't know me send a text and get a gun, you know me I'm on my ones, trapped where I run out funds you know me I stay with guns, sippin' what I'm sippin' lean try to touch the team like what you mean, married denims be my jeans they say zini be so flea like we won't spray it at your bean in these streets bad, no we play for keeps talking gangster you the type to go and scream, M.O.B. my boys they stay with gleez

I'm sinning, sinning with my people I came with them hitters, them hitters, you know they're evil X's and them dotties, my, them weapons lethal They ain't give my killi a bad, they gave him a eagle Your boy got them back in the day and I like his sequel I can drop my boy a banner and make him spleed you He said bros, he wouldn't, did it and let it be too That guys talking hard, man, I love it when them boys scream too, oh yeah