Indictment with my name on it

Shit insane, homie

I break bed with all my ****, pray my bitch don't change on me

Diamond chain Rollie

Know these crackers came solely for my soul

And all I own, but let them know I ain't going

Went to filling up my stash, about 1 million up in cash

Consultations with the lawyers, what's your name? First and last

Docket sheets in case numbers, fill a bag with straight twentys

Drop it off, it ain't nothing

Pussy cracker, I make money

Grandmama, pray for me, your problem child been running wild

Want to knock me off my feet in these cold streets and gun him down

Had to fuck over some ****

Tried to play me funny style

But that don't stop that money piling, I piss $100,000

Remember back before being little jits in public housing

Waiting for my day to come

Words I got a way with them

But I had to go for what I know 'cause that don't pay me nothing

Here first out here in the streets I had a crazy run

We up

Grab them things then we jump in them lanes

T'd up

Not a stain on my face or my name

Keep up

All this pain that's what comes with the game

'Cause we us, we what?

We us, A1

Tonya's oldest baby, she tried her best to raise me right

The gutter that's what made me, I had to live a crazy life

I grinded for this day and night, you play then you're going to pay the price

Slipping's count when you in these streets, I ain't going to say it twice

I don't take advice

Me, I rather shake the dice

Me, I rather take the risk, now you see me taking flights

Woadie this the way of life, what you don't understand?

Bitch you damn near got to stay down to get the upper hand

No retirement fund, I got mine wrapped in rubber bands

Motherfuck a 401k, ****, I got other plans, yeah

Undercover vans through the land got me p-noid

Sliding in a decoy, declaration of a D-Boy

We up

Grab them things then we jump in the lanes

T'd up

Not a stain on my face or my name

Keep up

All this pain that's what comes with the game

'Cause we us, we what?

We us, A1

**** jawn, boy, my money too grown

Let it be known, bitch, I'm cut to the bone

Mean every word that I put in these songs

These songs, the real