Crip **** and Blood **** on the strip tryna get it live

Folk **** and King **** on the strip tryna get it live

If the next time I run into someone I ain't seen in a minute

And they try to label this like it's a little music thing

With that silly, lacking faith-ass face I might really go and kill somebody

I'ma really kill somebody

I ain't literally gonna kill 'em, but God damn it, then I feel like I can kill somebody

Was in V.I.M. asking for discounts, I was po'

Sagged Enyce denim 'til the belt loop hit the flo'

Cannot die, the me from yesterday, I gotta grow

In person on Do Not Disturb, not only on my phone

Uh, yacht livin'

Daydream about having my whole gang yacht-livin'

If somebody died on my block, then the cops did it

I know rappers that's too insecure for prop-giving

I know the way to never get is when you not givin'

Yeah, working 'til Karoshi

Mamatus just told me, 25, 30 uh, 35

Is when those you believed in start to fold and

I bet my life you'd blow up, now I'm fucking decomposin'

If the next time I run into someone I ain't seen in a minute

And they try to label this like it's a little music thing

With that silly, lacking faith-ass face I might really go and kill somebody

I'ma really kill somebody

I ain't literally gonna kill 'em, but God damn it, then I feel like I can kill somebody

Was in V.I.M. asking for discounts, I was po'

I'm at fashion parties, only one not doing coke

I don't take no pictures with the famous ones I know

Pretending like we workin' to convince you that I'm on

At Preservation Hall, uh, jazz healing my stomach pains

Live from the 504, I feel like Lil' Wayne

In New Orleans for a couple days to push the troubles 'way

On Canal with Dula blowing dope in front the copper's face

V'Don, since Palm Pilot, bitch, I napalm

Bullet grazed and turned my fro into a fade and stayed calm

You might have it hard but your bro might have it harder

So sometimes you go from friend into a 15-minute father

Like, "I got you son"

If the next time I run into someone I ain't seen in a minute

And they try to label this like it's a little music thing

With that silly, lacking faith-ass face I might really go—

Clown-ass ****

Sometimes I just wish I could kill you and bring you back to life

Like, "See, stop playin', you know I'm 'bout this fuckin' life"

The fuck you thought I was doin' all this time?

Just playin' out here? Nah, ****, I'm out here, shit is real

Shit been real

Shit always real

If the next time I run into someone I ain't seen⁠— (Bed Stuy shit)

Violent if mandatory