I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I´ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam´

I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain´t no tellin´, bro, where we goin´
No tellin´, yeah
If I go to jail, I´ma kill my celly, yeah
I´ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
No tellin´, yeah

Grandma stressed out ´cause the bills due
When you goin´ through it, they don´t feel you
Put you in interrogation, drill you
When you comin´ up, they wanna kill you
Got a lot of home boys dead and gone
I´m the realest nigga they done lived through
Feds, fuck them, I was talkin´ on the phone
They was tryna investigate the real you

I can´t lie, when I first came in
I was tryna buy some work for the ten
Then I went from a Honda to a Benz
Money, it´ll turn your foes to your friends
I got thirty-two choppers in my van
I know God won´t forgive me for my sin
I´ll go to war with them niggas again
I´ll put a hollow tip in your chin

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I´ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam´
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain´t no tellin´, bro, where we goin´
No tellin´, yeah

If I go to jail, I´ma kill my celly, yeah
I´ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
No tellin´, yeah

Truth be told, since a nigga got rich
Everybody, they done changed on me (Yeah)
Truth be told, since a nigga fucked your bitch
It ain´t really been the same, homie (Yeah)
Truth be told, when you go and hit a mission
You ain´t gotta take the gang, homie (No)
Truth be told, everybody that you takin´ with you probably might sing on you
Be careful who you send a hit through
Be careful who you send your bitch to
Be careful who you put your life on the line for, ´cause they won´t miss you

The same bitch you got money with
The same bitch that´ll diss you
When you broke as fuck, they´ll tear you down
When you come up, they´ll assist you

I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
If I die, I´ma die a don (Yeah)
I got two seats in the Lam´
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain´t no tellin´, bro, where we goin´
No tellin´, yeah
If I go to jail, I´ma kill my celly, yeah
I´ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah

No tellin´, yeah