| If we locked in, ain’t no switching up |
| Brodie came home, went to pick him up |
| Nigga killed my mans I’m riding wit a picture of em |
| Shoot back to the crib went to pick them switches up |
| Stolen trackhawk, got it tinted up |
| Caught him outside, now he in a blunt |
| Ain’t no falling off, I done put 2 million up nigga |
| Ain’t no Falling off, I done out 2 million up |
| Catch ass at the light like Tupac and hit em up |
| Ain’t no life after death nigga you ain’t big enough |
| Know them youngins mean business when they in that rental truck |
| They gon' spin till they dizzy or the police pick em up |
| I been staying out the way I been focused on this paper |
| Killers coming out retirement the day a nigga play |
| Hit yo mans with a package he don’t pay I make him pay |
| I could stop selling all this shit today, look what I made today |
| Niggas problably won’t admit it but I paved the way |
| Who else you know made all those millions and ain’t sign no papers |
| Did my time like a gangster never made a statement |
| It’s fuck niggas like I’m racist |
| Niggas wasn’t there when we was rapping in the basement |
| They was doin parties we was cookin' crack and savin' |
| Hit yo house party fuck it up we misbehaving |
| Gotta keep an eye on my nigga slim cuz he shady |
| Take it out the water let it dry, put it on a ruger |
| He ain’t know what he was doin had to school him |
| Teach you how to turn a half to a whole and I’m a tutor |
| Jumpin' off the foreign pockets filled with all blue ones |
| 30 in the glitzy bitch I’m riding wit a cougar |
| Red and green Gucci sweater on just like Freddy Krueger |
| Everybody around me family nigga we don’t do recruiting |
| Everybody around me shooters ain’t no tellin' who was shooting |
| Tell promoters book me we gon' make a movie |
| All my friends dead got me riding with this Uzi |
| Got some niggas in the feds, got some niggas in the state |
| Got some niggas goin in, got some niggas on the way |
| Told Brodie take the plea here to fight another day |
| Went to trial and he lost and they gave him all day |
| Collect call pick it up feel him smiling through the phone |
| Told me keep my feet on these niggas neck till I’m home you know it’s on |
| If we locked in, ain’t no switching up |
| Brodie came home, went to pick him up |
| Nigga killed my mans I’m riding wit a picture of em |
| Shoot back to the crib went to pick them switches up |
| Stolen trackhawk, got it tinted up |
| Caught him outside, now he in a blunt |
| Ain’t no falling off, I done put 2 million up nigga |
| Ain’t no Falling off, I done out 2 million up |