I'll slow it down for 'em, you know?

Sometimes they say you gotta laugh

You might laugh to cry out

Oh man, when you get time to relax?

That's the question, know what I'm saying?
Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one

Feel like misery is my only neighbor

They say God protect us, I dunno why I feel safer with a burner

Getting high got me locked up in the prison

Smelling like last night, why people selling their soul for the fast life?

No nobody loves it and they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors

Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed

What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive

And broke plans have a nigga down, feeling hopeless

Hoping I can make mills 'fore I lay on my back

On the block where a million niggas flipping packs

Grabbing my leg, feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead
'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you

Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never

Bitch, I say but they don't want it

I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever

'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed

Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

You the pimp type or you hoe'n out

Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout
Too much going on to think about

Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped

Bitch waving when I'm swinging but I can't stop

Like that green, bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?

Taco where I please, hoe like, “Don't leave”

But baby I'm in the breeze

Money don't grow on 'em, but I for sure smoke on 'em

Cadillac the Ritz with the true spokes on 'em

Labs whatever you want, we have

Flinging like the rock fire by David and Goliath


Word rhyming Heisman, Joe Namath with my fur coat sidelining

I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen

Because it's time to make it happen, audio dope boy magic

Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes

Flicking fleas off like ashes
'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you

Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never

Bitch, I say but they don't want it

I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever

'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed

Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

You the pimp type or you hoe'n out

Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout
Niggas act funny on the daily, spare me

I be in different motions sincerely

Not a fuck given in my body, sorry

Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari

Leave like Lawrys, nigga, saucy as shit

You know the type back bite, but when they see you straight hop on your dick

I'm like, 'Are these niggas stupid or no?'

Rhetorical question as I puff on my 'gar

Ain't heard from my homie in weeks he in the hole

When I get that unavailable call I already know

As soon as a nigga press 5, he hit me with a right

I be hyped daddy keeping spirits alive

Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live

He like, “Nigga, I won't see daylight soon

But as long as you shining, bro, I'll be cool'
'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you

Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never

Bitch, I say but they don't want it

I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever

'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed

Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands

You the pimp type or you hoe'n out

Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout