(I told 'em)

Make sure the bag sealed, there's no such thing as half real (Half real)

And for a body, less than twenty's not a bad deal (Not bad)

Every bar hard and they fact-filled

You a bitch, you just gon' get your brothers or your dad killed

The work I got lately make her boyfriend block hate me (Hate me)

They bundles cost a hundo, I give more and charge eighty (I charge)

It's Tom Brady, selling raw, getting your baby mom savings

Kensington, stepped over needles and arms waving

Saying, "Dude, it's foul"

That's how you gotta do shit now (How you gotta do shit)

Bullets go through the crown, shooting's like a root canal

(Like a root canal)

See me going up, if you touch me? That's a shooting foul

(That's a shooting foul)

And this ain't nothing new, we been ruthless, don't act stupid now

I pistol-whip and split your shit (Baow)

Hating like I hit your bitch

Praying on a lick to hit

The game was never victimless (Never)

Cops pass the crib slow, them pigs must think I'm ignorant

Thinking I'm still flipping, and they bitch want every inch of it

(They bitch want every inch of it)

On tour with plugs and pitchers, they must look like business trips

Winning chips, you know I like mine with the spinach dip (You know)

This is your apprenticeship, come lock in with the living myth (Lock in)

Get 'em from November 5th

And let 'em go for Emmitt Smith (Do the math, dog)

Shit, fear God, never fear a man (Never fear a man)

I'm way too famous to be doing these hand-to-hands

But (Shit) here I am (Here I am)

One step away from a serious jam (Jam)

Rock out alone 'cause the way they on the phone, it's like you share a plan

(Quiet)

Trap jam-packed, moving like the Amtrak

Find out where they live, it's getting ransacked

Took the cake, ran back (Ran back)

Cook the brick, weigh 'n bag (Weigh 'n bag)

Sold nine for ten racks

Dimed up the other seven-fifty

Woah, your man's back (Your man is back)

Oh yeah (Oh yeah), I said I dimed up the other seven-fifty

Woah, your man's back

Let everybody know we good

It's back on

Fuck they get rich, bro?

They ass be lying and they don't—

They never did nothing to us, bro

So how they get money now?

Bro, this shit ain't fair

They 'bout to have all type of switches

And ARPs and everything 'fore we ain't gon' have shit