Pardon the body, wide body switchin' lanes
Difference, me and you are not the same
Keep goin', steady duckin' methods
Bitch niggas steady throwin' at me
Swim through it, goin' for the cheddar
Big dog, runnin' through the lettuce
Now I got young niggas slangin' K's, no mistake, and they know better
Now I got some sons I done raised
White t-shirts, rockin' J's
Trap house through a brick a day
I meant to say, they be servin' J's
Probably do a nine day in rocks
Clear tech tickin', that's a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still callin' shots on the yard
I don't need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God, not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, body, lotta scars
Cold heart, got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I record
M's on the table, got employed
Drop somethin', perfect timin' for it

To hide my scars from the next life
Most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin'
I'd probably tell you, "that's nice"
Maneuver through the trenches
Foreign vehicle headlights
Scalp be itchin' when thinkin'
Many might believe it's head lice
Jump out, don't get star-struck
Clique out, clip wit' cho car up
Big Gates just gave a order
While sippin' coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up
Resin resembles sawdust
I'm him, got many nicknames
They don't know what to call us

Transforms speak less, yeah
Big drugs, we that, yeah
I bought a loft to chill
She couldn't stay 'cause her pussy was eww!
Hit from the back, throw it back, on the eeh!
Pull her hair, wrap it up in my wrist
Get wit' me, got some money to get
Private driver keep the wheel in the road
X-ray machine trippin' the load
Magnetics, speed thermometer slow
Out in Illinois grabbin' 'em whole
On the block, caught a trick for a pole
On your lap, I could hit you wit' dough
On your cap, you get hit for a O
Big bread, holdin' shop in the snow
In the back, catchin' that at the store

Send money to my niggas for soap
On land, I'ma bless 'em with clothes
Pray to God, business never exposed
Everybody livin' under the code
Real player, I ain't tryna get chose
Many call, few only get those
Lil raw, tryna soak in your nose
Mugged up, kinda show 'em my golds

To hide my scars from the next life
Most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin'
I'd probably tell you, "that's nice"
Maneuver through the trenches
Foreign vehicle headlights
Scalp be itchin' when thinkin'
Many might believe it's head lice
Jump out, don't get star-struck
Clique out, clip wit'cho car up
Big Gates just gave a order
While sippin' coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up
Resin resembles sawdust
I'm him, got many nicknames
They don't know what to call us