Pardon the body, wide body switchin´ lanes
Difference, me and you are not the same
Keep goin´, steady duckin´ methods bitch niggas steady throwin´ at me
Swim through it, goin´ for the cheddar

Big dog runnin´ through the letters
Now I got young niggas slangin´ K´s, no mistake, and they know better
Now I got some sons I done raised, white t-shirts, rockin´ J´s
Trap house through a brick a day, I meant to say they be servin´ J´s
Probably do a nine day in rocks, clear tech tickin´, that´s a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still callin´ shots on the yard, I don´t need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, bought a lotta scars
Cold heart got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I record
M´s on the table, got employed

Drop somethin´, perfect timin´ for it

To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin´, I probably tell you, ´that´s nice´
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicles headlights
Scalp itch while thinkin´, many might believe that´s head lice
Jump out, don´t get star-struck, clique out, clip wit´cho car up
Big Gates just gave an order while sippin´ coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I´m him, got many nicknames, they don´t know what to call us

Transforms speak less, yeah
Big drugs, we that, yeah
I bought a loft to chill, she couldn´t stay ´cause her pussy was ill
Hit from the back, throw it back, I´m like, ´eeh!´
Pull her hair, wrap it up in my wrist
Get wit´ me, got some money to get
Private driver keep the wheel in the road
X-ray machine trippin´ the load
Magnetics, speed thermometer slow
Out in Illinois grabbin´ ´em whole
On the block, caught a trick for a pole
On your lap, I could hit you wit´ dough
On your cap, you get hit for a O
[?] bread, holdin´ shop in the snow
In the back, catchin´ that at the store
Send money to my niggas for soap

On land, I´m a blessin´ with clothes
Pray to God business never exposed
Everybody livin´ under the code
Real player, I ain´t tryna get chose
Many call, few only get those
[?] tryna soak in your nose
Mugged up, kinda show ´em my goals

To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin´, I probably tell you, ´that´s nice´
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicles headlights
Scalp itch while thinkin´, many might believe that´s head lice
Jump out, don´t get star-struck, clique out, clip wit´cho car up

Big Gates just gave her auto, while sippin´ coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I´m him, got many nicknames, they don´t know what to call us