| Busy busy, yeah my lifestyles busy |
| Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin' with me |
| Ridin' with me |
| Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing then |
| If I could start again I’d do it all again |
| If I could choose my friends I’d do it all again |
| Could have been a millionaire, I couldn’t phone a friend |
| 'Cause we’re family and they got my back that’s gladly |
| Conversations about some Grammys no awards we’re talking Grammys |
| Stepping into motives looking swanky |
| Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky |
| Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky |
| I don’t need no kids 'cause these hoes they don’t love me |
| The streets they don’t love me |
| My creator loves me so I’m hoping that he guides me |
| I’m having nightmares full of fighting but it’s me against myself saying 'fight |
| me' |
| Battles with my soul they wouldn’t understand the crime sprees |
| All the tag teams, to make this money lanky |
| I only followed you, you’re some eye candy |
| They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally |
| 'Cause the way I creep is tallys, sorry yeah I krept was tally |
| Tallying all these shots up in the morning |
| I’ll be real this life is boring |
| Got a shot in ally pally |
| Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys |
| Nothing’s more important than family |
| For them I’d give this up, I’d do it gladly |
| Same way she just took off her panties |
| It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread |
| It all began from the time they cared about their cred |
| Panicking, keep on running into feds |
| Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette |
| Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho |
| No, I ain’t' no cutthroat, if it ever came to that then you know that I’d be |
| cut throat |
| My bitch don’t know that I do music still I give her sore throats |
| Expensive jackets, goose coats |
| Expensive jackets, moose coats |
| Expensive jackets, fur coats |
| It’s all needed yeah yeah 'cause these roads cold |
| Digging through the dirt I’m trying to find gold |
| Remember when I won from a fivefold |
| Same shit just a different day |
| Same routine now I turn up kinda late |
| 'Cause music ain’t a priority I gotta make a change |
| My brother got some youths yeah he needs some change |
| My brothers in the can yeah they need some change |
| Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change |
| Can’t blackball me yeah you gotta change |
| You know I ain’t a boy up in this fucking game |
| Busy busy yeah my lifestyles busy |
| Air Force Ones, old-school blade riding with me |
| You zimmie, you zimmie |
| This industry can see me |
| I just made a one-er |
| I just made another |
| Giving her the pipe like plumber |
| I will never cuff her |
| Smoking so much Stardawg |
| I’m reminiscing times with my dawgs in the summer |
| I’ve never been a next-man's runner |
| Had my own feet that’s runner |
| Had to bag this grub I was one up |
| Stinky ass yard, with mould on the come up |
| It’s raining outside I stepped in when it was sun up |
| I stepped out twelve hours later still sun up |
| God willing yeah I get to pick my son up |
| Tired of telling all these bummy jiggas get your funds up |
| Funds up |
| Yeah that’s my end of year sum up |
| Used to walk miles to my shot that’s a milestone |
| Allergic reaction, I can’t be around Five-O |
| When they caught me up in watty now |
| I firmed getting rushed that was my woe |
| I catch 'em on the rebound and it’s live-o |
| They’ve had their prime but everyone’s prime goes |
| Huncho, Optimus Prime though |
| This dick turned this hoe into a psycho |
| Got this new pack and it’s avantgarde |
| Getting feedback shots saying 'Oh, my Lord' |
| Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard |
| Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard |
| I pull up uninvited no greeting card |
| I don’t think about them man I disregard |
| My partner had to pattern through a prison guard |
| My partner had to pattern through a prison guard |