Aye, let me fye my

40 Boy ENT put your ass on, yeah, you know it

Yeah, aye

Let's talk about money, I done rapped about that slime

I done rapped about that wrappin' **** up, I'm full of violence

I done mentioned all my opps, them **** pussy, they be lyin'

We finna fuck the city up, but I got signed in perfect timin'

I done ran me up a hundred, yeah, ****, really honey bun

Let's add another hundred, plus one more, that's like three hundred somethin'

Stood up and faced my problems, twelve the only thang I'm runnin' from

If you ain't hit rock bottom, got it back, you ain't gon' feel where Lil' Ru comin' from

Stone cold ****, glass breakin' when I walk through

That countin' favor shit be weak, won't speak on what I bought you

Lil' bro took down the plug, fucked up my face card, I can't fault you

This a dog eat dog world, this just that gangsta shit we taught you

Late night thinkin', with no sleep, it's a million ways to get a bag

Was smart in school, got out, did some shit that made my granny mad

Like, "Boy, pull up them britches, you buy pants then sag 'em off your ass?"

Mom said I was different, I remind her of her baby dad

Really from them trenches, use a dirty shirt as a dry off rags

Residue under Pop fingernail from sniffin' out the bag

Come get a RP or Oxy, you stressin', come get your Xan

Now we havin' real dog shit, bustin' up out the pan

Searchin' for my last Percocet, think my homie ate it

Uncle sold some shit so fuckin' white that Dr. Umar hated it

Sachs buyin' shit that's still in style, ain't rockin' outdated

So much pain, I barely take it, damn, Lil' Woo, how you ain't make it?

Lifestyle that I'm livin' get crazy, so I'ma live it up

Went from Camrys to fuckin' hoes straight out the Bently truck

Went from bumpin' Skilla to callin' Skilla, he pickin' up

This lifestyle made me rich, but I'm trippin', bitch, I ain't rich enough, let's go

Let me fye my, uh

Big 4 B E, you see me, I throw my

40 Boy ENT put your ass on it

Yeah, you know it