[Yung Bleu]
(Al Geno on the track)
It was never ´posed to be this way

[Yung Bleu]

Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin´, yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that´s why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin´ through racks, gotta watch my back, can´t see my mama cry

[Yung Bleu]
Yeah, yeah
She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
But she can´t get nothin´ but the D just like I´m barely passin´
Young nigga swervin´ in that Bentley like I´m ´bout to crash it

I´m out in Cali with the gang, I´m smokin´ Calabasas
I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch
And you might think we goin´ fishin´, we got rods in this bitch
You ain´t makin´ no noise in this bitch ´cause we gon´ blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin´
Four in the morning, get to creepin´
Nigga, they yawnin´ and they sleepin´
My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon
Niggas told me this my season, I ain´t turned back yet
Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah
My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah

I might get you hit just for playin´ on my top, yeah
Rylo, that´s my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah

[Rylo Rodriguez]
My chains hittin´ like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix
They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin´ in a Demon?
Even though we be ???[1:28] that lil´ ho swallow my semen
Free Duke and Juice, my niggas Bloods down the road like ???
Grew up by myself, don´t even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way more money on this styrofoam
They say lil´ mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah

I was thinkin´ ´bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn
That nigga was speakin´ on my name, fifty thousand on my chain
He said the last one was ???[1:47]
Six-figure nigga, I´m still on the block
Two hundred on my car dash like I´m Travis Scott
Two hundred on my car dash like I´m Kanye West

[Yung Bleu]
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin´, yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that´s why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized

Runnin´ through racks, gotta watch my back, can´t see my mama cry