(Kaydee, run it up)

Recoil, you make the .40 jump, I heard it decock

Gunpowder all over my hands every time we slide

Told myself I was done with the streets, that's when SB died

Asked "am I okay?"

Ain't ever get that I had declined

Thinkin' 'bout a lamb truck, I was ridin' around in Nissan

I never had shit, they used to laugh about my FILA

Them tables turned, now they wishin' that they all could rewind

The voice of the streets, when I get on, I'ma put my team on

Judge said I couldn't be around my brothers, so they separate us

Co-d's on my gun case, when they caught us, they was celebratin'

Cellies with my blood, 23 and 1, that shit was devastatin'

Coping with my pain, I'm taking drugs for my medication

New tracks in my DM, see a young **** elevating

Judge was talking 12 years for the case, ain't think that I'll make it

Back out to the streets, I just kept prayin', they told me be patient

Put the sheet up just to use the bathroom, had to go through phases

I stopped playin' with this rap shit, I put my head on

I keep drilling, they say "Jahh Fetty, you dead wrong"

Think about SB, like, how you end up on a headstone?

Keep your name alive through my music, keep the fans goin'

Spinnin' back to back, it hurt my soul that my man gone

**** died behind it, most the opps be havin' headstones

Still duckin' indictments, tryna be rich 'fore the feds come

I done caught so many cases, I said it's my last one, no

Recoil, you make the .40 jump, I heard it decock

Gunpowder all over my hands every time we slide

Told myself I was done with the streets, that's when SB died

Asked "am I okay?"

Ain't ever get that I had declined

Thinkin' 'bout a lamb truck, I was ridin' around in Nissan

I never had shit, they used to laugh about my FILA

Them tables turned, now they wishin' that they all could rewind

The voice of the streets, when I get on, I'ma put my team on