Bitch, I swear to God, back when I was seventeen that I wouldn't get shot no more

But if I think that you on that, you gotta go

If you see 'em, just shoot, they ain't gotta know

Granny hidin' my money, nobody know

Ain't no leprechauns walkin' with pot of gold

Boy, you better go get you a pot of dope

Better keep you a gun and learn how to score

I done watched **** hang theyself without a rope

You ain't never got real money by the store

Had to pray **** hook up to light some more

Day to day, full of pills and a lot of throat

Shootin' dice with my life, if I win

If I win, if I lose, it's a problem, you oughta know

I do not give a fuck, if a **** come play, I'ma take off and shoot, I am not a ho

I ain't know what the fuck I was doin', I had my **** Cowboy cook the dope

End up better connections, the good of coke

Now I'm servin' the **** who at the store

I wasn't tryna be flashy, wasn't tryna be cool, I was tryna help granny go get some clothes

Tryna help my lil' sister see better, hope

For that shit, I need licks and some better coke

Boy, I see **** bullshit from a mile away and I do not need a telescope

All my life, I been robbin' and sellin' dope

I done been all 'bout business, I been sellin' hoes

Homie, I ain't shakin' hands, I ain't makin' friends, people talk as soon as you go

Only fuckin' with gang, all about the Locs

Pussy **** be broke, worried about a post

For real, **** been out here, for real

**** been out here, for real

I know I'm fucked up, so chill

I know I'm fucked up, for real

I done went down a few years

A gangster can't shed a few tears

I really been tryin', for real, for real

For real, **** been out here, for real

**** been out here, for real

I know I'm fucked up, so chill

I know I'm fucked up, for real

I done went down a few years

A gangster can't shed a few tears

I really been tryin', for real, for real (Uh-huh, look)

Three foreigns parked outside, that's a million dollars in one yard

Gucci, Louis V, double C and Goyard

Swear to God, this bitch gave me a hundred thou', ****, last week

Thick bitch from H-Town got my name tatted on her ass cheeks

Jumped off the porch at eleven

Roll the dice, ****, seven, eleven

I ain't never prayed to the reverend

Do a gangster make it into Heaven?

Where I'm from, I'm the top opp

Seminary, from the top block

I ain't never had a jump shot

Sold pussy and sold rocks

More money than my teachers made

Lawyer money just to beat the case

Cost a fee for the bitch to stay

She fag off, it's a 100K

Green face, lil' ant Rollie

Blue face, lil' feel Rollie

Got some **** that'll die for me

And some **** that'll kill for me

Bad bitch out in Calabasas

Hellstar with the Valabasas

All my bitches way above average

Seen a million way before rappin'

I was really outside, for real

I ain't never sign a major deal

I done ran through twenty mil'

****, better come sign to Phil, it's Philthy

For real, **** been out here, for real

**** been out here, for real

I know I'm fucked up, so chill

I know I'm fucked up, for real

I done went down a few years

A gangster can't shed a few tears

I really been tryin', for real, for real

For real, **** been out here, for real

**** been out here, for real

I know I'm fucked up, so chill

I know I'm fucked up, for real

I done went down a few years

A gangster can't shed a few tears

I really been tryin', for real, for real