(You're playing with fire)

Look, life's a bitch been keeping distance

She unfair but I'm still gonna listen

Told me get in my bag, fuck women

We ain't meant for the bread in the instant

Paint pictures, sound like Vincent broke

Put weed in a van then go (go)

Block stepping I'm smoking dro

Duck from 12 and these banks close

Hustle the team got paper chasers

OTF, I don't know about changes

In my hood, get smoke like vapors

She wan' fuck, man roll like papers, yeah

Man boot up weed like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavors

Drunk for the bread and my house my acres

Fuck the tax man, need my craft

Duck from the J's got loud on my sock

Need case in the bank like flop

Touch the brace burn out your pot

No license, I'm riding off

Let me know when you're giving out slow

Local fuck when I ask fun

I jump in the trap with J get spun

Aye, see me on your screen like shit

Then spend time in the booth, too late I'm gone

Hit after hit like Hitmen, man, I never move shit on the song

Only the beat, I'm a king like Kong

Seen their face yet right from wrong

But I still won't vouch when a snake get drawn up

Put him right there right where we belong

Jump on the pavement, look for the payment

Note invoice from rap, I'm patient young

Boy, I'm patiently waiting

Sitting on the street, man grand, I'm skating

Small squad to the face elevating

Yeah, I'll be high and I find been raising

Only me and myself I'm racing

Sell up wonder why they hate us

Hustle the team got paper chases

OTF, I don't know about changes in my hood

Get smoke like vapors

She won't fuck man roll like papers

Man boot top deep like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavors

Drunk for the bread my house want acres

Fuck the tax man, need my craft

Love the hood, don't watch the controversy

Still link bro at a corner store (yeah)

I see me ain't doing it properly

Big time rap, but they still move court (why?)

Hungry and humble

Scrape off the food and the plate I still want more (right)

Them man rap, I ain't heard it before (no way)

Rest assured, I'm a shoot and score

2:02, old man came to my senses

This ain't the place I want to be at (no way)

Got in my bag on the tour ain't cheap

I moved the street no time to react (never)

No back then I met Iring plus

Young boy didn't care about gym (didn't care about gym)

Now I dream about money and plaques

If rap don't work, I ain't doing it, leaves (no way, no way)

Hustle the team got paper chases

OTF, I don't know about changes (OTF)

In my hood get smoke like vapors

She won't fuck, man roll like papers

Man boot up big like Lakers

Different sauce cups, different flavors

Drunk for the bread, my house want acres

Fuck the tax man, need my craft

Baow, d-d-different

(It's G Dawgs, baby)

(You playing with fire)