Yo I was yay high

Sitting like a baller... calling shots

80 blocks, put it on the line for the slaughter

Real J serving niggas base 'til I kill breaks

Ugh, Spill a little water for my daughter

Still face and it tastes sweeter than your water, dope

No love niggas catching... for the food

You a fool tryna park on the block, balls, hot sauce!

Red burns with that arm chopped off

Don't get your block chopped up, when that Glock pop hot shot!

As the important cha cha [?]

Ayo money green jealousy run deep in my dungarees

Clutch heat

Hot as the hell I'm pulling from underneath

That boy Barnes a f**king beast she want a piece

I wanna piece for them cold nights hugging my piece

f**k ducking police up in the street nothin' but grief

They want the food you eat my G no love!

Ayo, Andrews, boy I'm the Boss

The address on my neck, became the [?]

To [?] cut it up, cut it out I made it out through the paper routes

And now we back like the sacs from the drought

You chicken back to the house

Baby bags in your mouth

To save these stacks if it's only eighty hops we out!

I got the whip, gotta as far the block

Was on the dip from the strip, [?], you need a life nigga

Reading my rights once forced me to read and write

Green light, I hit them niggas like I had 3 strikes

Your lucky, pen is rusty sometimes it gets muddy in the sunny

Where it only rain Money, play dummy

Be the billionaire boy with the bunny

I'm tryna stay out the game, young niggas wanna bang for me

They hear my name and throw they chain for me

We bout to get it cause it's niggas who don't, simple as that with it

If she need it, I get it

If she want it I'm on it

She got it, my [?] 100 percent

My nigga pompous is prince, parking the whip playing Pac

I'm pondering if I should pop shit like my paps

My level is like that, she credit incredible with that ice action

Get your life back, get your prize snatched

If you want it no need to covet, it's covered, my cup runneth over

It's nothing, it's more normal to find a syringe for you

[?] on the block real, but still I spit formal

The streets my money's formed, we run em, niggas torn

We [?], you [?], get your feelings torn

Get a reason to love life, we busting just to keep blood pumping

Crush mics when we touch life, spending ones like we spend the funds

Get the huns like we used to get the guns when we did the runs

Steady counting with my lady steady bouncing, baby ain't even counting the age nigga we getting thousands

Give her hundreds when I wanna give the world

Pop them niggas life for my baby...

Family!