(Go crazy, AG) Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey Said he robbin', but he ain't take a - yet How the - you slime when you ain't snake a - yet? Sister hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now That lil' - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off I'm the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount Soon as -, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count Dissin', why they say that I don't say, got it back Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match I'm the same lil' - from the bricks, free Lil Pat In the game, I run with - who ain't a blood to get you whacked I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back He was solid 'til he told, then a - told back Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on Are they here? Who you famous Back against the ropes, don't trip out how I'm around Devin Haney You -' everybody, ain't it Why the - you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit How the - you ungrateful? Made his sis call the locksmith I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches I left 'cause she ain't hop in We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine I look like buying a - a AP, that's a waste of time Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like 80 lines Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like 80 times Free the boys I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey Said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet? Sister hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now That lil' - had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine You the type to put some money on a - head and call it off I'm the type to put some money on a - head and up the amount

Yesterday I had nothing Didn't know whether I'll amount to something Instrumental I know a nigga with a body Tryna add some more to his count I know another nigga with a body Paranoid every time he leaves his house Majority of niggas die with they guns Just cuz u got it dont mean you gon pop it Hit a hoe in Houston with the rockets Hit a hoe from Houston on the Roxy's We don't get high off the alphabet Even though we take RP's 81 G-shocks on this Rollie NBA gang project baby sitting floor sits Last year had my tissue covered in Blood, yeah I used to sit in nose bleeds Hi tech red when I piss I ain't telling you to die but don't breathe I'm telling you goodbye but don't leave I'ma Project baby like Peezy Keep me a banger Chris Breezy aye I make this shit look easy If she loves me I tell her to cut it the barber way All of these rap niggas just like my sons And I ain't get nothing for Father's Day 10 bands 20bands 30 bands 40 bands 50 racks 100 stacks Double that Yesterday I had nothing Didn't know whether I'll amount to something I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes Only yesterday Why I'm going out to cheat? Only for yesterday I'm tryna fuck u today Even though we met just yesterday They never play when they round me I seen it like yesterday Show me that who was just with me I cut him out yesterday Coulda bought 9 pairs of embellish but I got some Amiri jeans I told her she cannot suck my dick cuz she just ate onion rings We get more backends than a pregnant lady I bought her YSL but it's all Gucci just like Roger Davies Baby bottles full of lean gave them Hoes the Poodie for the trench babies I rock them Cuban links even tho the boy here's a damn American You shoot don't miss give a nigga the blues like Sir Charles I don't think they get it. No misses or I we give them the blues like Sir Charles Fell on my face Took 21 percs today 8 or 9 numb the taste Still won't get tired before Kevin Gates Bought so much Palm Angels last night I saw heaven gates And now I'm young and getting money but my girl's not Reginae Yesterday I had nothing Didn't know whether I'll amount to something I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes Only yesterday

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)