Hotbox in the rain

I curved the ho cuz I remember when I was broke she tried to treat me like a lame

I want bags fuck the fame

He ain't no shooter he can't aim

I'm with a 10 I take her to the east and I teach her the slang

Know I'm poppin shit daily

Walking with my stick hangin

My bad I ain't see when u had called me I was paper chasin

I been stackin up and saving

I was OT tryna scam a racist

If I catch a case I'm out the same day 'fore I send a payment

My lawyer good he know it's overstood

I went buss my gun in real life before I wrote a hook

I just made an album it's like I wrote a book

U can probably catch me with the mob it's like I roll with Suge

Tryna checkmate the king I had to throw a rook

I don't see myself as underrated I'm just overlooked

I ain't try to hide the 30 I knew I was cooked

Talking to my brother gravestone tryna get out the hood

I'm finna get a big ticket like I'm KG

I ain't finna have u in my whip if we ain't making cheese

I got the bitch praying to me how she on her knees

The money in my pockets make it feel like it's rocks in my jeans

He couldn't stand up in the kitchen that boy caught a fever

Shooting dice in the trap all day I'm finna call a nina

I'll bring it to yo front door it's like I'm dropping off pizza

He say he tryna work I told him the price of the feature