[ Featuring Jmike ]
Thank you, Reece
We gon' blow
We don't politic with niggas that we don't know
Got me beating on my chest like, "Who won't whoa"
Straight drop, got a line at the front door
On that wine, knock the line, and I'll hold dope
Loose strips in my pocket like a Crip flag
Being solid, I ain't never been the kiss-ass
From the bottom where you n****s can't get a pass
Made sacrifices, now we getting big bags
No tint on the whip, got him big mad
Got your ho riding dick like a sick slave
Jeans fitted, but the blick make my shit sag
Csk about him in the hood, don't nobody know him
I ain't going back and forth, we gon' come and show him
Light a nigga block up, then we speed away
Hit the target from a smooth hundred feet away
Only eating with my team, playing keep-away
Made it cross state, lying, now my people straight
Living in the trap, sleeping with a .38
Remember eating ramen noodles on the paper plate
Cut a couple ns off, they was dead weight
Plant my pivot, I ain't going for the head fake
Ns snakes, I can feel it in the handshake
Gave the vision to my niggas, now they see the waste
I thank God I'm alive and I'm free today
Everybody on alert when it's wartime
Standing on the frontline when it's go time
Took his pot and he told me that's a war crime
Catch me in the bottom with the wolves round me
Everybody tribe with no hoes round me
Csk about me in the city, bet they know about me
Said you looking for me, well, you know where I be
Catch me in the bottom with the wolves round me
Everybody tribe, ain't no hoes round me
Csk about me in the city, bet they know about me
Said you looking for me, well, you know where I be
Catch me in the trap
I done ran it up and finna run another lap
Cnd I can feel the hate, so I can't leave without the strap
Same nigga wishing on my downfall to give me dap
Probably tell me that he proud of me, but I know it's cap
Na served me, got his pistol in his cup holder
My ride with his own strap
Dumb na, supposed to keep that pistol on your lap
What you gon' do if it get snatched?
I put that barrel to your back
You try to run, you might get clapped
That's wild, I just had a flashback
This n***a had the nerve to call me asking for his bands back
But let me get back to the script, I'm losing focus
Reminiscing 'bout the good and the bad, even though I passed that
Put a hole in your fitted, turn it to a snapback wallet
Cause I keep them racks in the backpack
Trying to stop smoking, but this pressure keep my mind relaxed
Trying to keep a ho from stressing me out so I don't get attacked
Cnd if this shit ain't 'bout no money, we ain't getting into that
Everything rolled down in my notepad, I'm really living that
Tried to show you love, shit got toxic, I ain't feeling that
Like Moneybagg, "Yo, forever heartless," I can't deal with that
Every time I drop something new
Hope I make a mill from that
Cnd these niggas can't do what I do
It'll make 'em kill for that
Just 'cause you got money, that won't make a na real for that
Told her 99, to this day, na, you still
