Go crazy, AG
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don´t give ´em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me ´cause I ain´t going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I´m Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin´, but he ain´t take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain´t snake a nigga yet?
System hating cause I´m a rapper, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil´ ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind

One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I´m the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

Soon as we fuck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don´t count
Niggas dissin´, while they sittin´ at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch ´cause it match
I´m the same lil´ nigga from the bricks, free Lil´ Pat
In the game, I run with niggas who ain´t a blood to get you whacked

I been talkin´ to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid ´til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin´ back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil´ bro got shot, he out spinnin´ with a sling on
That how they act, when you get famous
Back against the ropes, don´t trip, I got more rounds then Devin Haney
You fuckin´ everybody, ain´t it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain´t even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left ´cause she ain´t hop in
We the type to extort extorters, you the type to pay the fine

Fuck I look like buying a ho a AP? That´s a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that´s like eighty lines
Two weeks, I done pressed zero on a cell phone like eighty times

Free the bros

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don´t give ´em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, ground me ´cause I ain´t going in
Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I´m Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin´, but he ain´t take a nigga yet

How the hell you slime when you ain´t snake a nigga yet?
System hating cause I´m a rapper, promoters looking for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil´ ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I´m the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount