Hmm-hmm-hmm

Guess who's back, back again

Shady's back, tell a friend

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back

Na na na na na na na na

Goodbye, Hugo

I've created a monster (uh, uh)

I've created a monster (ayy)

Ayy, that's it about livin' dollar to dollar, my pockets ain't been in that bad in a minute

Rule number one, get with God, number two, get the money, don't think about listening on bees

Stay in my head but my head on a swivel, my Glock tough and I still got grip

Last thing I want is to die, get locked up, get done, better be broke than to be

Hold my still when I run through the city, got me in my step, with lil' young **** with me

Lately been no gettin' the mud in my faith in my future, I ain't fuckin' so Bobby, you'll win

Washed all the sins on my body, I got bored again, I hopped right back to fuckin' them sins

I'm treated wrong, so damn wrong, though the people around me all stay real ****

Gotta chase faith, the devil temptations, stay true to Christ and you'll get what you seek

****, I cried all night 'cause the ones who I trusted betrayed me for no good reason

No good cause, I just came home, my mind fucked up and my heart in a piece

Now everyone holding me back when I'm fighting out secrets and trying to come stop me from tweeting

My soul in cuffs, my mind in a box, my feet kept deep and my hand on my Glock

My goals need money but I need peace, woke up from my dream and I can't turn the clock

My eyes too blurry, I feel that hurt, and I'm on a restart but I can't get squat

Every damn day God testin' my limits, I wanna prevail but I just might not

New ARP through thirties, a B-list, a comma, some sights upgraded to G

I really wanted to get me a Glock Gen 5, that was out, so I got me a V

Nobody reason, no goddamn switches no more, I got double the FRT

I kill off the beef, protect my peace, lowkey don't let her come touch my speech

Ayy, that's it about livin' dollar to dollar, my pockets ain't been in that bad in a minute

Rule number one, get with God, number two, get the money, don't think about listening on bees

Stay in my head but my head on a swivel, my Glock tough and I still got grip

Last thing I want is to die, get locked up, get done, better be broke than to be

Hold my still when I run through the city, got me in my step, with lil' young **** with me

Lately been no gettin' the mud in my faith in my future, I ain't fuckin' so Bobby, you'll win

Washed all the sins on my body, I got bored again, I hopped right back to fuckin' them sins

I'm treated wrong, so damn wrong, though the people around me all stay real **** (ayy)

I cop my Glock before I walk out the door of my Mercedes, insensitive, I say that it's needed

Soon as y'all give me my portion, I'm leavin' their table, don't even mistake me for greedy

I'm turnin' my back on my history, soon as y'all get what I need, I'ma pack up and leave

You ain't got once to do me wrong at the death but you finish, you ain't gotta be

I'm makin' 300 blasts, no 5.56, 40 Glocks to the win, 45 (fire)

Steppin' on anyone comin' my way, get on Gumball, I'm not tryna go eye for eye

If you ain't puttin' for nutty and gritty, there's no way you can't have a piece of my pie

Ten toes deep with some mouth on the back of my head, walkin', no gettin' defeated that fast

(I created a monster) nobody wanna see AK no more

(Nobody wants, nobody wants) nobody wanna see AK

I created a monster, yeah, yeah, I created a monster

I created a monster

Ayy, that's it about livin' dollar to dollar, my pockets ain't been in that bad in a minute

Rule number one, get with God, number two, get the money, don't think about listening on bees

Stay in my head but my head on a swivel, my Glock tough and I still got grip

Last thing I want is to die, get locked up, get done, better be broke than to be

Hold my still when I run through the city, got me in my step, with lil' young **** with me

Lately been no gettin' the mud in my faith in my future, I ain't fuckin' so Bobby, you'll win

Washed all the sins on my body, I got bored again, I hopped right back to fuckin' them sins

I'm treated wrong, so damn wrong, though the people around me all stay real **** (real ****)