If I lost it all, I'd run it up again

If I lost it all, I'd run it up again

No, I don't got time to waste, I don't like makin' friends

If I say what's on my mind, then I'm gon' lose my head

That's why I just keep my head down while I'm stackin' up this bread

I guess you could say what you want, but I've been in my bag

I saw the tears up in my mom's eyes and that shit made me crash

That shit made me lag, lil bro going out sad (nah nah)

Claimin' that you really with it, I know that shit cap (nah nah)

Could see that you ain't getting spinach, ima take a step back

Why bro writing verses? kick him off the track

Yea my rhymes dispersing, I'm never on lack

And I don't got no time, cause I gotta make plays

Oh yeah, you got rugers, but do you get pape'?

Oh yeah, you got shooters, but do they get paid?

You hangin' with losers I'm bout to go psycho

I'ma aim his ass up, let's just see where the sight go

Got me feelin' like Michael, the way cut I cut this shit up

Damn, I just hopped out the back of the big ol' Suburban

No this shit ain't luck

Damn, I'm so high im in traffic, I don't know if I'm swervin

But I can't give a fuck, I'm goin' 120 while I'm switchin' lanes

Yall clone ass mufuckas been sounding the same

Im runnin' this shit, yeah I made my own wave

Bitch, I'm a Stunna! I'm doin' my thang

If I lost it all, I'd run it up again

No, I don't got time to waste, I don't like makin' friends

If I say what's on my mind, then I'm gon' lose my head

That's why I just keep my head down while I'm stackin' up this bread