(Suede, this my shit)
Diamonds they shinin´ inside of my mouth, I smile I blind ya
I come from the Nawf with them niggas who ´bout it

You play? They gon´ pop ya
Police try to hang us like pinatas
Everything up, ain´t no average party with models

Ain´t no pussy up in who? He gon´ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas
And I´m so fly, you think I flew, we gon´ pop out
I go to talkin´ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah

Oh my Dredren, them pussy boys don´t want it, waa gwaan (What up?)
You pussy boy, ya´ bomboclaat, inform it, where? We pop one
Oh, I´m a real Don Dada, that .40 mop sum
I killed every nigga that ever played, except one, the bitch could run

Shoot and slump him from the car (Ba, Ba, ba)
Ain´t got nobody to say sorry to but my God
And bitch I´m still that same nigga in a cop car (Ayy, 4KTrey)
In central booking, screamin´ out “I came thru´ swervin´ nigga, put me in my cell with my bond”
That dope was soft, I made it hard, nigga, ask Von
And I won´t never see my nigga again ´till im 41
I´m thanking God
Was playing bumper cars with both of my sons
Toys from Walmart, Draco hollerin´ Hulk Smash, you know he dumb, lets go
I visit Grandma grave for to, let go of my pain
None of my boys grew up in the house with me, after all, I do feel shame
AI my name

After everything, God know I won´t be a maid
My baby mamas, they play games, they lucky I can´t buss they brains
And that´s on Dump nigga, ‘cause ain´t no love in my heart
All this shit a make another nigga fold, but I ain´t change from the start
I could hit the bitch from up the street, you know I´m accurate with darts
War wounds in my head and even my feet
Put your life inside, ain´t no court (Rest in peace ???)

Ain´t no pussy up in who? He gon´ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas
And I´m so fly, you think I flew, we gon´ pop out
I go to talkin´ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah

Ann archana, ala mishkila
And I´m stuck up in alarm, all day I´m dreamin´
Got mob idols in my head, thinkin´ like a demon
If the pussy bitch ain´t dead, that mean I ain´t seen him
I´ma let him talk to God, I go far, this ain´t no façade
Don´t tell Draco, Kamari, or Kacey no stories with me and war
‘Cause daddy gotta talk to the Man above who control all our hearts
And daddy been sufferin´ from all his pain, but he remain a star
I ain´t gotta talk about the money that I´ma leave, but it´s a lot
It´s sum like playin´ stack and growing cities is somewhere to make a spot

I´m just talkin´ from the heart, you can excuse me now
And when I´m gone, just know I ain´t gone
I´m on side you slime

Ain´t no pussy up in who? He gon´ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas
And I´m so fly, you think I flew, we gon´ pop out
I go to talkin´ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah