| Greed and disloyalty |
| Know we beefin' with the opps on top of all these lawyer fees |
| When we lurkin' on they block, the choppa speaking Portuguese |
| Strapped with thirty shot Glocks, we got like twenty more of these |
| Now I’m millionaire status, watch some homies leave |
| Thank God I found out he a rat before the cheese |
| In the California sun, I’m rockin' shorter sleeves |
| Some of my niggas really gon' be gone for forty seasons |
| Can’t believe I beat the streets, I’ll give you forty reasons |
| I was on my toes from the morning to the evening |
| Think I was a doctor how I seen a nigga bleedin' |
| He a real pussy ho, I seen the nigga screamin' |
| He a real demon and he lookin' like he mean it |
| Hollows in his chest, he stretched, I seen it, how he wheezin' |
| Yeah, I’m high like Weezy |
| Yeah, I’m hotter than the sun |
| I got 'em stoppin' breathin' |
| All the shit I’m spittin' sick |
| You might start coughin', sneezin' |
| Fuckin' with these rappers |
| Might get tricked, don’t believe 'em |
| I made it out with heathens |
| Dissed and I received it |
| Blessings, that is |
| Lessons, yes, I did |
| Stackin' M’s, that’s just for my kids |
| I ain’t know the world was cold |
| I saw a murder at nine |
| Still thought I was fine |
| No wonder I played with cap guns all the time |
| Can’t make new friends 'cause I lost all of mine |
| It’s a blessing to be alive |
| That’s why I strive |
| It’s a cold city, windy |
| Even the hoes gritty |
| Watch out these hoes tricky |
| Nobody owe pity |
| Ain’t no more OG’s 'cause most niggas told |
| And them niggas old bitches |
| Got it goin' in here with two .30's or more |
| 'Cause niggas roll with .50's |
| Whole city got a brand new wave of glizzys now |
| Them bitches came with switches |
| When the fuck they bring out them editions? |
| Man, this shit gettin' fishy |
| The police still too quick to kill us when we look suspicious |
| They try to knock me off my square |
| But I’ve been in stiff positions |
| No coincidence |
| I got hit from there cause I’m just a gifted nigga |
| Doin' 150 in a Urus, carefully tryna miss collisions |
| I’m strapped, it’s easy to get whacked |
| I make a split decision |
| And Sonny miss me 'cause I lost my vision |
| Yeah, I know you want that |
| Man, these niggas trippin' |
| Holdin' in that stress and DMX, I get to slippin' |
| Fell in with the opioids and I started clickin' out |
| Always angry with my girl 'cause I feel like she bitchin' out |
| I was just swimmin' with sharks before I walked up in the house |
| Know this pain lay deep inside of me |
| I just can’t get it out |
| So now I feel like shootin' |
| You can’t wait to let it out too |
| Yeah, I feel like you |
| In a fight with my anxiety, I feel like Juice |