Okay, I ain't even gon' flex

It's Sunday, I ain't even up next

But one day you gon' put this tape in

Hit the replay gon' vibe when you ride chill to the music

Feelin' what I'm puttin' inside dealin' with your vulnerable side

This go hard, and I ain't even try close your eyes

Just vibe with me do or die for life, really

When I ridin', he drivin' me great spirit, it's my Siri

Navigate through the ways of the land

Demonstrate when to kneel, understand

Give me grace when I don't understand which way is the best?

No, God's got a plan

Throughout my life, my hands stayed dirty

Down to ride when it's necessary

Walk a line, I got no worries

Take my time, I'm in no hurry

Brothers die, so my eyes blurry

Another ride to the cemetery

Live your life, you know death comin'

Bought a vape, and we gone, homie

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want, yo, you don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

All until I see that, 'til I drop down six feet deep in the casket

Take my last breath and I breathe that

Stand on the front line, called in to ask

She keep mine free, no relapse

Try to stay clean, but the mud gon' stick

Suds in the fifth, duds on the whip

One, two, five, six, so I curl in the silk

With a pearl on the hip, hair trigger flicker on big

Peace with the wood on the grip black in a bed, 'bout to be incurred when

I slip out, put the Hellcat on drill, smokin' a spliff

Get thrown rap on the seat, you gon' see it with a pack on your step

Been through hell, and I'll be damned if I climb down just so

I can jump back in, back tires spin when I mash out

Lookin' for the cash-out, red zone, go for the win

Ride for my friends

Most of them gone so long in the grave, but they locked in a pen

Smoke in the wind, raise up a toast

To the ones that be locked down due in a bed, know the world ain't shit

Lord heard every pray you left up down there in cell block six

As the world on tilt, everybody

Leroy left had to put the south on drip, 'bout this here, yeah

Bobbin' with the head nod, mobbin' in the streets out there

Let me make this clear

We some third-breds in the country

Blue contract and true, and if it comes down to it

Then you cross that line in a red, white, and blue boy, you better salute

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want no problem (you want no problem)

You don't really want, you don't really want no problem (you want no problem)