Great John on the beat, by the way Yeah, I had to run up a bag I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move first you, get done like the last Chest shots getcha left on your back Look, double and triple the racks I started off with a grip and a pack Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max I'm with it all 'til it's spinnin' it tight I get high just to keep me intact My demon's callin', said he want me in black Uh-yeah, I'm on top, toupee You ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain I was on that block, yeah, that one-way We didn't get you yet, get you someday We didn't get you get (get you someday, get you someday) Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play Hit a lick, like I complain You was in the sun, left me in the rain But it's cool, I was with the gang I know - change, but I ain't the same I'm a different man, to the cops I don't say a thing See an opp, we gon' let it bang Yeah, I had to run up a bag I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings I done been through some pain, no healing He don't want beef, heard I be drillin' Ain't nobody in school The internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin' All the shorties is losin' their feelings You ain't saving, so she turn into a villain I can't even feel pain no more I was down on my last, was broke needed cash, 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I got a big bankroll) I can't even feel pain no more They takin' my - to jail, they're givin' them years, they sendin' them home Federal don't leave us alone They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone Got a bag and I got in my zone I'm King of New York if you wanted a throne Them - ain't really your bro They plannin' on fuckin' your hoe (fuckin' your hoe) Them - ain't really your bro, they switchin' them, you never know Them - ain't really your bro, they plannin' on killin' their own Yeah, I had to run up a bag I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last (Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last)