(808 Kartel)

Remember all I had was some hopes and some dreams

I'm the one that went and got that check by any means

Pull up with a foreign in a foreign lookin' clean

I'm livin' in a nightmare, but chasin'

All my dreams like I'm Meek though

Too much guns up in this bitch, we got a cheat code

Take this brick right to the face just like I'm Deebo

Long live Key, that was the neighborhood hero

Catch an opp and that's a free throw (Ayo, Khalid, slap that bitch)

Put the chopper to the peephole, that's the only thing knockin'

Poppin' bottles when we score, songs ain't the only thing droppin'

He seen the light, up the red beam on him and get to poppin'

I'm far from right, but what would

You do if you runnin' out of options?

I seen blood on the floor, I take my slugs when I go

It's a war in my city, I still get love for some loads

But them **** who fuck with **** that we don't, they gotta go

We the reason **** hidin' and they don't hang up at the store

These **** poor, tryna ride the wave

Fuck around and drown, we leave 'em soaked

It's up for real, I'm in the field, fuck around and drop my lo'

My face too hot, I fuck around, drop a bag on you

My killers do it off the love, they come and smash on you

Bro said he would throw his life away and that shit all for me

They said talk is cheap, chopper hittin' and tear up the street

Was knee-deep as a kid, but now I'm waist in

Bro don't even smoke weed, he just take tens

Caught his mans, ran down and made him take ten

Thinkin' with his dick, we send a bitch and that's the bait then

They scared to come outside like mode three, we made 'em stay in

I had to cut some **** off I thugged with in the playpen

Yeah, this shit get that deep

Turn killers into victims, we slidin' down they backstreets

You supposed to do it, you don't get no credit, that's if you ask me

I'm on the frontline, but I always played the backseat

Put the chopper to the peephole, that's the only thing knockin'

Poppin' bottles when we score, songs ain't the only thing droppin'

He seen the light, up the red beam on him and get to poppin'

I'm far from right, but what would

You do if you runnin' out of options?

I seen blood on the floor, I take my slugs when I go

It's a war in my city, I still get love for some loads

But them **** who fuck with **** that we don't, they gotta go

We the reason **** hidin' and they don't hang up at the store

These **** poor, tryna ride the wave

Fuck around and drown, we leave 'em soaked

It's up for real, I'm in the field, fuck around and drop my lo'

My face too hot, I fuck around, drop a bag on you

My killers do it off the love, they come and smash on you