Yeah, hold on

I go to war about my gang, got some shit you can't contain

Like a dragon you get slain, soul tatted on my neck

I might just put it on my face, release me from shackles

And relive me from my pain, crying in the shower

Soul stuffing up the drain, fresh, I rock Balmain

Don't care about not fame 'cause when you die, you leave the game

I pray to the Lord like a saint, at church you get hit with a Drac'

They was sleep on me back then, they see the kid, now they awake

I ascended twenty times, you can't keep up with my pace

Fuck a A&R, fuck a label, I needa get paid

Turned 100 down, what the fuck is 20K?

****, I feel like Chucky, I chop you up, you coming to play

The DA asked the homie if he crashing off that tranq' but I can't say

How the fuck you link up with the opps and do a play?

Put that bag on yo 'head, had to open up the safe

Backdoor for that cake, set up bitch you should of flaked

Bunk, skunk, Cybertruck, bitch, I'm in L.A.

Head while I'm driving, dribble balls like it's 2K

Need like half a million, try to sign me for a tape

You the prey and I'm the predator, I eat you like a crêpe

How the fuck the ass fat but she ain't got no shape?

How the fuck you getting money but don't got no bank?

Yeah, I know she bad but she fuck with lames

He got hit with Drac' and switchy, think they ran a train

Opps dying, mommas crying while I'm on a plane

Try to run me down, I stand my grown, I got perfect aim

They ain't picture me like this, I knocked 'em out the frame

I had to cut the bitch off 'cause she was acting strange

I ain't Superman and you ain't my Lois Lane

But you can suck my dick for speaking on my name and that's on gang

Tried to rob me for my chain

The last thing that he seen was a skull and a flame

****, I fuck with the smackers

I commit a sin, then I go pray right to the pastor

He ain't got no gun, he a real deal lacker

He ain't got no chains, he a real deal capper

Real deal bapper