Darlin', my frustration It gets me, it gets me where it hurts me most Like five rapid to the gut, it's not so easy to see And I've been gone far, far too long To expect you not to change even a little bit And I guess I hope I'm still the kind of guy You're needing for your fool 'Cause life's a ball here on the road and these four wheels Oh, but something about the whole thing it doesn't feel real Work my days for you 'Cause love you, girl, I don't want you I need you and I can't see no other way Darlin', I work my days for you 'Cause I love you, girl, I don't want you I need you and I can't see no other way Oh, this separation It really gets you thinking And all those used up cliches Well, they've worn enough in the wind And I, I wonder if you're half as innocent as you assured me Or if you thank him for his time and just never call again Oh, oh, and after all the lights and shows and long hope lanes It'd be you and me again,, but until then I work my days for you 'Cause I love you girl, I don't want you I need you, I can't see no other way Oh, darlin', I work my days for you 'Cause I love you girl, I don't want you I need you and I can't see no other way Oh, live I'm home So love me And I'm home, babe Oh, so touch me Yeah, I'm home So kiss me, like you do 'Cause you bet, baby That I'll do it to you Oh, babe, yeah, baby I want you, babe I'm, I'm home, babe So take me in your arms Oh, babe, baby Love me like you do Oh, kiss me like you do And, baby, you bet I'll do it to you Oh, no, hold me like you do Touch me like you do

I never fucked anybody over in my life who didn't have it coming to them All I have in this world is my balls and my word And I don't break em' for no one What you think I am, huh? What you think I'mma fucking worm like you I told you buddy, I told you, don't fuck with me How you call your people family, but you ain't got no loyalty How you say you feed your peeps, but you keep all the royalties And never break bread with a nigga, bled with a nigga Remember what I said to you now, I'm dead to you niggas Smith and Wesson aimed at my head, a clip full of bullets All that talk about guns on my family you wouldn't pull it Ain't got the balls to do it, yours truly bitch we the movement Who's this motherfucker acting stupid talking like he ruthless Foolish niggas got it twisted, you can't swim with the sharks You better swim with the fishes, nigga just play your part Play your position small soldier and if you were smart You would quit and sit in the dark, I see the bitch in your heart You missing the spark, me I got that fluid to your lighter Kay I'll drop the track now, you faggots sound like biters You taking his style, you taking his flow You even took the same beat and fucking named it control You ain't original, nigga you ain't making no dough I know you never heard a soul chant your name at a show I know it hurts little bro, but I'm the one you could look up to I'll show you how to rock the mic and make these ladies love you You can be just like me G, just wait until your balls drop Niggas all talk, they bout' as pussy as a mall cop Coming for these rappers throats, you best protect your neck Wannabe gangsters is throwing hoods, but never rep the set Motherfuckers ain't a threat its YT to my death We up next motherfuckers, steady repping the west I'll be sure to stop you in your steps the second you test Nevertheless, I always pay respect to the vest Rest in peace Big and Pac, is there heaven for these rappers I'm bound to murder them all, I already ordered their caskets I'm laughing and niggas asking what happened, can you imagine That last look up on they face, when I slay these cats with a passion All that barking ain't scaring a nigga and I heard your last track God damn that was embarrassing nigga Yeah we, here for the taking, hip-hop's next generation Y'all Motherfuckers better hide in your basement Nigga we back

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK