Uh, I know they hate to see me ballin' i'm in mode baby

Uh, uh, I'm in mode baby

Uh, I know they hate to see me ballin' I'm in mode baby

Seven-hour trip, I'm on the road, I gotta go, baby

This a zip of lac, the feins sprung I blend the dope crazy,

Four jacks, can u come and work a phone baby

Face card, hot, I made a killin' off that stove baby

Brung it back with the arm and hammer, my wrist so mainy,

You the only one, why you keep trippin' bout these hoes, baby

Fishin' onna south , I spot a head, I'm like, what's yo number

Tell me what you need, boy or girl, cause I got both of em

Double p's, **** poor and pathetic, ain't got no hustle

G19 with the ouwee, ian doing no tussling

Ain't gotta say too much, it's overstood, they know I'm comin

I put my trust in God, but ride with demons when I'm opp hunting

She look good in her clothes, I like her better with no top on her

But still watch how I move, cause she might try to drop the drop on me

Move right or get your ass left, that's what the block taught me

**** tellin' ion want em around , might put the cops on me

Don't say my name, cause I was nowhere near when they shot Brodie

Pockets look like they fought Mayweather, all these knots on em

I wanna make it, but when you make it, they say the top lonely

Button on the back, no way, hell, that you gon' outrun it

They only gon' show love if you in jail or in a boxed coffin

I heard the loudest ****, be the brokest, so I stop talkin

Call my bluff, it's like 6,000, stuck in my joggy

Onnat car, if it speed up, bro, give it hydrolics

I just don't get it why I portray a image u is not solid

don't say we locked in, you wasn't there when I hit rock bottom

Rapping bout my life inside the booth, how I solve my problems

**** gotta be vegetarian, they ain't touchin' chicken

This the life I live, the life I live, I'm one of the realest

This the life I live, the life I live, they ain't fuckin' with me

This the life I live, the life I live, just know I stood' on business

A Imy even got yo scale dirty, how you bagging ' grams

How dare a **** mention CBS and he aint stashed a 10, they turnt onna gram

In real life, ain't really havin' shit

You out here chasin' hoes with no pros , what type of bag you in

I know they hate to see me ballin', I'm in the mode, baby

Sevin - hour trip, I'm on the road, I gotta go, baby

This a zip of lack of the feins sprung I blend the dope crazy ,

Four jacks, beating can you come and work a phone baby,

Fast card, hot, I made a killin' off that stove, baby

Brung it back with the arm and hammer, my wrist so mainy,

You the only one, why you keep trippin' bout these hoes baby,

Fishin' on the south, I spot a head, I'm like, what's yo number

I know they hate to see me ballin', I'm in the mode, baby

Sevin-hour trip, I'm on the road, I gotta go, baby

This a zip of lack of the feins sprung, i blend the dope crazy ,

Four jacks beating, can you come and work a phone baby

Uh-huh, uh-huh