What up bitch, I miss you dog
Nigga I miss you too bruh, I miss you too dude
Aye man, we gon´ link up soon, I can´ fuck with that cold nigga
(Ayy, DVOSK)

(Love makes me sick)
(NumbaOne, you blessed this)
Say that, man, be cool, bitch, I miss you, I´ma send you some shit
Aye man, my drug shit came back from the court system, some shit man
Love you bitch, stay gangsta
Love you too gangsta, stay gangsta

I just picture me rollin´, thuggin´ in that redeye
Glock on my side and I´m just tryna keep my head high
What you expect me to do?
Heavenly father, we living in hell
Just free JBeezy out that cell

And in my heart I feel the tension

From these niggas tryna take me for my millions
Want me back up on that block, head-on collision
Homie spinning with intentions
Shooting and robbing niggas for they tennis
And my mama didn´t raise me with no sisters
Back to fighting court again like I ain´t got some more to give
Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I´m warrior
I done been through the worst, I was hurt
Brodie made his chopper burst
Then we watched them all disburse
Whatever works, I say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah

Niggas know what the mission is so they wanna stop me from getting it, yeah
Don´t got too many friends, but I got a whole lot of Benjamins, yeah

Brodie caught him a sentence ´cause he had a whole lot of witnesses
These niggas know what the business is, hang with a whole lot of niggas
Bro we been cooling and chilling and running up Benjamins
I gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah
I done made this shit here work even though you damaged me, oh yeah
At night alone, just me and Runtz
Don´t call my phone, been home for months
I wanna roll, me and my gun, yeah
Me and the gang, know how we bang, but bitch, we play to win
Call up a blitz, he ain´t got whip, he still got gon´ spin a bend
He ain´t got no whip but still gon´ spin it
Had to say it twice to make ´em feel it

Remember on that post we smokin midget
Talking shit ´bout we envisioned

Yeah, and now we living
We living it up, bags to the ceiling
And we don´t give no fucks, you know the business
Many nights I prayed that it worked out just like fitness

And in my heart I feel the tension
From these niggas tryna take me for my millions
Want me back up on that block, head-on collision
Homie spinning with intentions
Shooting and robbing niggas for they tennis
And my mama didn´t raise me with no sisters
Back to fighting court again like I ain´t got some more to give
Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I´m warrior

I done been through the worst, I was hurt
Brodie made his chopper burst
Then we watched them all disburse
Whatever works, I say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah