This song has a pretty long intro Just be patient Tatted all on my chest, lavender in my scents Always throw in some lemongrass, got faux fur on my bed Got a 50-inch on the wall, got a studio down the hall Got a love sofa in the corner 'case you want to fuck around and get weird Got window seats with the sheers, got a living room with the views And I dropped cable, turned to cord cutting Got some fiber speed in this bitch Like 26 with no kids, like 26 with no bitch My ma, step-dad, and Marcus Ryan all got keys to my crib And I haven't worn a shirt in like days, JR Smith, swish I don't fuck with no J's I don't fuck with no jeans I don't fuck with no games I don't fuck with no streams I don't follow no trends And I don't understand the hype behind Fortnite, put two weeks into this I don't care about y'all, I don't care about y'all Look, it's fuck your mom And, it's fuck your dad And, it's fuck your kids And, it's fuck your job And, it's fuck your bitch And, it's fuck your guy I just want to make it clear to all of y'all that your feelings can suck my dick I've been in chill mode, chill mode I ain't been talking to no one, I been in my chill mode All of my peers have been talking 'bout things, like they real though When none of 'em even got lives, and that's on the real though Shut off your phone, shut off your phone Get off the couch, get out the house You ain't got shit to say, you ain't got shit to say You ain't got shit to say, why you always gotta say shit? A lot of debt for a dropout (a whole lot) A bad rep with the cops, 'cause I don't follow laws Dropped a song a week last year, a few months and then I quit (I quit) I was waking up at five, for some dude to watch me piss 'Cause I got caught up with drugs, I ain't bragging, that shit sucked I'm just saying, I still dropped, even with my full time job So when I login into Twitter, and everybody wanna bitch I can't help but think like, "Dog, y'all can hashtag suck my dick" (And I) I ain't been one for the phases, just try things on occasion Little bit of drink, with the weed Little molly, never xans, taking bumps off of credit cards Where every single girl is a matador That work them nights, Diablo That push more weight than Pablo That 'cause I spit, they swallow Bad times, good times Ain't no point in keeping track nowadays, ain't we Really good at finding ways to make it Really good at making blanket statements Really bad at picking up the calls Really good at never calling back Really good at knocking on the door Always end up walking through it last Told myself this shit is gonna pass And no one here deserve a fucking pass Talking to yourselves became a trend And I still always end up getting tagged I don't give a fuck about this rap, every song I listen to is trash Tired of all these 'work with' tweets about Features I don't give a fuck about I been on the mother-fucking cusp, y'all on everybody else's nuts Y'all be so concerned about some buzz You come across as insecure as Russ Wrote, you rapped, you sang, you made the beat That's probably why your shit all sound the same Used to listen when you used to speak But now it's like, "the fuck he got to say?" Me I shouldn't even get involved, all you bitches do is have debates Y'all be so impressive with your words When you ain't looking someone in the face Wonder what it's like to have the time And let that shit all go to fucking waste Always doing things you shouldn't try And never doing anything you say Reminder I'm alive I know I've been gone Gone for a while Trust I'm alive I'm still alive, I'm still alive College dropout, college dropout Just a college dropout, college dropout I'm still alive, bitch I'm still alive Bitch I'm still alive, I'm so alive, I'm still alive I know your impatient, please be patient That's all I'm sayin', that's all I'm sayin' Bitch I'm still alive Trust me when I'm gone I'm never really gone, no, no, no, no Bitch I'm still alive ooh-ooh-ooh I'm stayin' ooh-ooh, oh-oh, ooh-ooh Bitch I'm so alive I don't wanna ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh

Can't stop, won't stop Can't stop, won't stop Workin', know one thing for certain I woke up this morning feelin' like a different person My path is leadin' to progression, tryna get to perfect Malcolm X, with the chopper, lookin' out the curtains, uh It was each and every day and night I had to fight and turn the fear into a source of might The source of light inside my spirit looked like dynamite I think I may, I think I might take 'em out of sight I was the runt of the litter, now my fangs bigger And my legs quicker I had to jump into the pit and swing my elbows Became the one who held the torch the day that hell froze Burnin' till my name rang bells so When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real They wanted me to break, wanted me to quit Wanted me to die and be done with it But I got my second wind The real bill, I could never be a counterfeit Look, make 'em listen now Things be lookin' little different where I'm sittin' now Never figured I'd end up in this position At the same time feelin' like forever I been spittin' out the same rhymes Never take a back seat Treat the session like a track meet The way I'm laughin' at these haters who gon' catch me Black cat, evolution of the black sheep 'Cause I've been goin', how it happened, don't ask me Resurrected, redirected on a new scale Kill the game, guess they'll have to write a new will In the end I never lose, you know me too well Go against me playa, you won't do well When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real Ooh, yeah! Everybody says I'm better off dead! But what they really mean is life just a dream When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real

Now a good friend of mine Sat with me and he cried He told me a story I know he ain't lying Said he went for a job And Mr. Man said Without an education You might as well be dead Now don't get me wrong He said, it's not who you are But people come to me From near and far But I do just what And I follow the rules I didn't have an education So I had to go back to school Tell me one more time, people now What do you say? Without an education You might as well be dead One more time What do you say? Without an education You might as well be dead My friends told all his buddies That he loved so well And of their personal troubles I will not tell Now those guys didn't seem good And they didn't seem bad They didn't seem so happy And I know they weren't sad But the point isn't That they follow the rules They got an education And they all been in school Now underneath his tears I could see the true fact When he dropped out of school He never, never went back Tell me one more time, people What do you say? Without an education You might as well be dead Got to, got to, got to listen now, now What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead So one day he got tired Of his little spending change So he looked up his friends To check their pay range When he got there, the crib He found that he was a drag 'Cause man, they were clean And his clothes were like rags One was a business man With the plenty of dough He had his thing so set up You know he couldn't blow The other had his job so uptight He had his whole family And his kids all out of sight Tell me one more time now What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead You got to, got to, got to get a little learning What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead What made him so hurt That these were his friends and he was a drag They looked at him And he was in the same old bag For his friends they worked real hard When the work day was through Now, he realized He should have done the same thing too Tell me one more time now What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead You got to, got to, got to get a little learning now What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead For the last time, I'm gonna say They kept on pushing When the going was tough And now they know That things don't seem so rough So kids, stay in school Don't be no drag Take a fool's advise And stay out of that bag Look here, tell me, Bobby tell me one more time What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead Tell me, The Jewels, tell me now one more time What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead Everybody, tell me one more time What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead You got to, got to, got to, got to get some learning now What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead Don't be a drop-out, stay in school now listen to me What do you say? Kids, kids Might as well be dead No, no What do you say? Without an education Might as well be dead Stay in school, have a good time What do you say? Don't, don't, don't ever blame Don't ever blame, don't ever blame, come on

Loaded done did it again, what? Loaded done did it again, gang Loaded done did it again, gang, gang, gang Loaded done did it again, what? Loaded done did it again, gang Loaded done did it again, what? Loaded done did it again (oh yeah, oh boy, this shit bangin') I'ma live ass high school dropout (yo) Play the Draco like the entire town rock out (gang) 50K and I'll wipe a nigga block out (brrap) Half a mil and I'm high school dropout (dropout) I'ma live ass high school dropout (gang) I'ma live ass high school dropout (yo) 50K and I'll wipe a nigga block out (go get him) Play the Draco like the entire town rock out (brrap) Fuck niggas 'round me, I still be posted (yuh) Let a nigga run, I bet his chin get toasted (pow, pow, pow) Let a nigga run, I bet his lip get roasted (bitch) Fuck a nigga feelings, I don't feel the emotion (lil' bitch) They take my big brother, I don't feel no more (no) Took my poppin' on thе drill, he don't kill no more (brrap) Put that down on thesе bodies, stop movin' (stop movin') If it's pot then it'll inflate, nigga, shoot it (boom, boom) Why you walk with a blick but don't use it? (Lil' bitch) Niggas say that I'm trippin', no diss and it's facts (and it's facts) When I open that blicky, nobody blue back (no cap) How y'all let that shit happen? And all y'all got straps Bitch, I go to the Grammy, I'm talkin' all cap (what?) Ayy (yeah) Let get live in this bitch, rock the party (let get live) Out here snuckin' this bitch with my forty (big blick) And we live in this bit' 'til the morning (on gang) Got a call on my phone, it's from Norman (what?) Bitch, I dropped out of school with a whole lotta bag (yo) We did too much cash, it won't fit on my pants (ayy, yo) If I open this blicky, he already dead (he dead) I dropped out of school, but I still got the led (what?) I know enough math, I can count up these meds (on gang) Standin' menace, still won't grant me the chance (yo) I'ma live ass high school dropout Play the Draco like the entire town rock out 50K and I'll wipe a nigga block out Half a mil and I'm high school dropout I'ma live ass high school dropout I'ma live ass high school dropout 50K and I'll wipe a nigga block out Play the Draco like the entire town rock out

So here we go again My heart is wearing thin Fell in love with the ways that you kill me Do or die, you and I, we're guilty One look into your eyes They speak in alibis Tie me up in a crime of passion Take me down like an assassin The dark is where you lie It's hello and it's goodbye Oldest story ever told Hold me 'til we both go cold Yeah, I'm on the edge, but I'm not quite critical Now you're in my head like a lovesick criminal And it's the same shit every time So here we go again My heart is wearing thin Fell in love with the ways that you kill me Do or die, you and I, we're guilty One look into your eyes They speak in alibis Tie me up in a crime of passion Take me down like an assassin You make it hard to breathe Another ace up your sleeve Your fingerprints on the weapon I'm never gonna learn my lesson So do your worst and for God's sake, finish it I'm addicted to your type of punishment And it's the same shit every time So here we go again My heart is wearing thin Fell in love with the ways that you kill me Do or die, you and I, we're guilty One look into your eyes They speak in alibis Tie me up in a crime of passion Take me down like an assassin (Fell in love with the ways that you kill me) (Do or die, you and I, we're guilty) I-I-I should've known better from the last time Y-Y-You said you won't come back again, but Now I know better for the next time When you come crying So here we go again My heart is wearing thin Fell in love with the ways that you kill me Do or die, you and I, we're guilty One look into your eyes They speak in alibis Tie me up in a crime of passion Take me down like an assassin You kill me Take me down like an assassin

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no