[Verse 1]
Gun drawn place leave
I ain't fucking Megan good but I'm ways deep
Yeah solemn swell I'ma stay street
Mom and pop hardly there not a late fee
He could be fly if he ain't me
But all I'm saying you can tell when a lame leave
Shit and they ain't rapping what I can't see
I'm trying to tell you lil niggers life ain't sweet
You could believe it if you want it
Some message in it's ear you could receive it if you 
want it
Tryin' to get to the point they don't believe me I'm 
the owner
That's better than taking bullets shells bleeding on 
the corner
Coming from hard times shit it just getting harder
My momma be prayin for me in prison and got my father
And the real is I be on the end 
But this melody be playing on my head saying
[Hook]
I'm tired of doing things that you done
I'm trying to do some things that y'all ain't seen
I'm tired of you talking 'bout what you done
When ain't nobody seen them things is playing to me
And I'm on
[Verse 2]
A whole 'nother level 
I see these niggers rock and roll this with bezzels
Jet boys plotting on the soul like the devil
Hopping on some whole 'nother shit he ain't never
The minute you get on nigga saying they was dead
But all a while he was watching you in play getting 
sever
Game to the games never slain your own record
Look at God and you told me my pain doing measures
Praying for some God as it came through us ever
Kiss for their ass with my land you can never
Still feel the beats that will change you forever
When you may check money,cocaine ain't your level
Shut a vile lady shooting sane in my error
Lately I just wanna see some things getting better
And the truth is I be on the air
With this melody be playing in my head saying
[Hook]
I'm tired of doing things that you done
I'm trying to do some things that y'all ain't seen
I'm tired of you talking 'bout what you done
When ain't nobody seen them things is playing to me
And I'm on too bad you ain't
What's happening
And I'm on too bad you ain't
So you mad
[Verse 3]
Ye now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Don't play with me or guns 'cause we play with guns
Like a bare class nigga we play with drums
And the ditch put your face in one
Recognize a real nigga when you facing one
Or get you itch you
Read magazine but the one out the pistol
I am not the one to be played with find the game
Or mean sitters crying frame 
Bullets don't got a name call 'em John Doe
Bitch nigga getting nervous he a problem ho
AG nigga call me the acronym 
The money grow on trees I wanna stackle m's
Run up on my now prepare
And you a turtle now back for these shells
Back up again wet like sea shells
Me and Young AC hell
[Hook]
I'm tired of doing things that you done
I'm trying to do some things that y'all ain't seen
I'm tired of you talking 'bout what you done
When ain't nobody seen them things is playing to me
And I'm on too bad you ain't
What's happening
And I'm on too bad you ain't
So you mad