I pour an eight inside the Lam´ truck, fell asleep flyin´ I thought them niggas had my back, but I´m steady seein´ signs
And I can´t turn my back on Boona like I ain´t see him tryin´ These tears shed, whenever he dead, it´s different seein´ him die Bah, get close up on ´em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can´t fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain´t Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon´ vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can´t dig back in your past ´cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids ´cause you know time ain´t bought
Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won´t cross me They turned they back and said they´d kill me, yeah, that´s when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier ´cause I´m feelin´ bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told ´em call me I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that´s when I grabbed it Fuck bein´ a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on niggas´ tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that´s when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn´t established
You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon´ get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin´ I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin´ I don´t fuck with you, I´ma tell y´all now even though I got it
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don´t talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The ones I ain´t talk to like that back then, know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide they hate, but that shit still show I never fucked on block hoes because I call ´em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut ´em off, they try to say I´m a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I´m Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin´" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It´s back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin´" You gotta watch them niggas you love ´cause they still backdoorin´
He ain´t got no hope in beatin´ his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don´t know how pussy smell, that´s why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent
You know, I like talkin´ to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers, like, what it is, like, you can´t hold nothin´ back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I´m sayin´? Relate to the trenches You know what I´m sayin´, I can´t be talkin´ ´bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I´m sayin´?
Some of the guys don´t even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I´m sayin´? You gotta relate All angles, know what I´m sayin´? The voice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah