(Hook)

If I had a genie I'll wish my dead Dogs back my **** told don't wish em death I just fall back I miss my **** Jail call I pray he call back music save my life big bro must of saw that before designer clothes it was all black before I clutch microphones I use to clutch straps my kids in the suburbs they never meet a trap bullies and Frenchiesround the house I use to have rats

(Verse 1)

And They don't got love for ya like they say they do they take shelter never help me see the storm through my shooter thought he caught a opp the news said two opps clicking up with opps they want me dead too I don't jump in **** pics that shit get you indicted I'm in Atlanta in the hills feel like I'm on a island nothing but love when they see me water boys excited in the studio with durkio keep me inspired expiration on the streets boy don't get expired **** want that smoke we put out yo fire told Odee keep working cause I'm gone retire 10 hour block sessions I can't get tired and we freaky we them glocks don't get yo face fucked my scamming bitch keep the rentals we got 8 trucks sliding back 2 back opposition's hate us catch one we celebrate cause we dangerous

(Hook)

If I had a genie I'll wish my dead Dogs back my **** told don't wish em death I just fall back I miss my **** Jail call I pray he call back music save my life big bro must of saw that before designer clothes it was all black before I clutch microphones I use to clutch straps my kids in the suburbs they never meet a trap bullies and Frenchiesround the house I use to have rats

Verse 2

never hear my ops dissing me they can't talkDRACO in my pants scrape my thigh wen I walk On the net theyhard ass hell real life these **** soft that bitch bad ass hell talk to much sheturn me off Y'all put switches on y'all glocks we put em on m A-R'sdon't diss me on the gram stay off my radar if my opps ain't in jail they n the graveyard and my Lil bro a killu if you stare hard Rip my bro you know I forever got you hit a opp in his top make smoke come up out his nastrals 57 take the same bullets as a choppa told a fan don't get to close cause I mightpop ya If I fell off today would you love me If I lied to protect yo feelings would you trust me If everything I touch I hurt would you still hug me I wonder would you leave if it get ugly

(Hook)

If I had a genie I'll wish my dead Dogs back my **** told don't wish em death I just fall back I miss my **** Jail call I pray he call back music save my life big bro must of saw that before designer clothes it was all black before I clutch microphones I use to clutch straps my kids in the suburbs they never meet a trap bullies and Frenchiesround the house I use to have rats