| No, I believe nothing in art is inappropriate. I paint what I see |
| We’re going to have to insist that the face be removed |
| Absolutely not! |
| Look you son of a bitch |
| Same clothes on me for a week straight |
| Pray the Lord help me for my peep’s sake |
| When my mama died I became a soldier |
| Papa couldn’t save him |
| I was out there gettin' paper hol' up |
| Mac 11 barcodes in my arsenal |
| Lil' nigga Lost Cause ah it’s Fargo |
| Pray to Lord every night repentin' every weekend |
| We was really in the beef and I was really reachin' |
| Colt.45 bands from my younger pants |
| See my older niggas die up in they younger years |
| Ask my brother what the fuck I’m supposed to tell his mother |
| Or is sister, and his cousin, plus his little brother |
| So we ride for him, campaign slide thru |
| Just the team, just some beef my mother cry for |
| Copin' with the pain, smokin' in the rain |
| Movin' Macaulay Culkin, hopin' that it chain |
| Should we ride til the wheels fall |
| Pay these tickets for your biscuit if it’s will call |
| And when this thief come and tell you I’m a lil dog |
| Stone cold we just wanted that control lil nigga hold up |
| I’m with my niggas rollin' in this whip, it’s stolen |
| Off a fifth of Hogan if you chick is scoldin' |
| The whip get open and your bitch get open |
| Shit, this shit is sinister hangin' ironic |
| My powers are minister nigga |
| For that side I will ride I will finish a nigga |
| Catch them how I rolled em |
| Shootin' photos of the job |
| Young Fargo I’m just tryna let it all go, listen |
| Lil sister cryin', she got multiple structures |
| Takin' needles every night just to hold a discussion |
| You don’t know that pain nigga you don’t know that rain |
| Baggin' niggas for they change you don’t know that shame |
| You never fucked up on a re-up you don’t know that change |
| Walkin' into dot nigga you ain’t show that chain |
| You ain’t sleep in no park you had a home to stay |
| I was down and dirty tryna get a pound of 30 |
| Niggas hated on me, threw dirt on my name |
| There’s hurt in my veins, lightin' this purple the flame |
| I’m confused in this lost world |
| My daddy’s daughter was a lost girl |
| And she my sister she love me when I was younger |
| And told me fuck with the music |
| Instead of holdin' my gun up |
| She told me that maybe if I prayed |
| He gon bring the sun up for me |
| Tryna switch the situation with this gun up on me |