P-P-Papamitrou, boy Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy I'm from the trenches where I had to get it I'm so used to trappin', I get it and flip it I know that you be actin', I know you ain't with it Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it They say I got money so I'm actin' different Get it by my lonely, so I never listen Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin' Just leave me alone, I'm handlin' business Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) Trap hard, we in the kitchen Diamonds so cold, light even bend And my niggas don't fold, they never bendin' Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it With the bosses, I'm payin' attention Told that bitch I ain't wastin' no time So, no, I can't wait, not a minute And I pray to the Lord for better days I'm flexin' hard like a heavyweight Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face Got this .30 on me, make 'em run away, yeah Bitch, I'm gettin' paid I was in the trap whippin' shit like a slave Can't put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah I ain't come to play Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You in the way) No time to waste Gotta get to this money, I'm runnin' late, yeah (I'm runnin' late) Better keep a K Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime I'ma hop in that foreign and do the race Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy Woo, ayy Fuck on a private jet Then he hop in his 'Gatti with a jet motor (Rrt) Ayy, I just had bought out the plug I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah I can't hop in with a scrub I don't carry dubs in none of my clothin', yeah I told this bitch to cool off She was overexcited 'bout my golds, yeah, uh (Woo) Choke on the beans, I'm fuckin' her friend They doin' my chores, yeah He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey Nigga, that's yours, yeah (No cap) I sleep with a K and a couple grenades I'm ready for war, yeah Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays My diamonds all colors like a gay parade (Woo) Go on your bitch, I could've just laid But I alley-oop'd to my homie, he ate (He just scored) I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate Got 52 watches and I still come in late You a sassy bitch, but I don't go on dates Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes Show me attention when I'm in your city I'm so used to fuckin' on all of your bitches They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin' Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the fifty, yeah I work the backstreets in all of the cities Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah Skydweller get wet as Pacific I ain't sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, yeah (Woo, woo) Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it I fell in love with the game and I married it Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Yeah, yeah) Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Yeah, yeah) Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious I got out of jail and I fucked on her period I know they racist, Gucci interior Came from a corner to ownin' my cereal Meek, we don't need a stylist Percs, weed, even my balance Alexander McQueen Margielas (Yeah) I kill in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt) Don't run, don't run Make it home to my son (To my son) I be with killers who kill other killers I'm hangin' with Von You'd rather buy the bitches back I'd rather give a new house to my mom Some niggas rather pray to the Bible When I converted, I pray with my palms See, keepin' my Glock when I'm in the field (Gang) Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels (Skrrt) I fuck with the gangsters, don't fuck with my peers Fresh out of Jeffrey's, I hop on the Lear Grippin' that .40, not talkin' a beer Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle Man, that X is fuckin' my pupil Just turn these lights down I'm just a wild, wild boy Chopper ridin' 'round for him I need my mils like Meek I'm a thug like Thug and and Cal, Calboy Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it (Trappin') I fell in love with the game and I married it (Trappin') Two hundred thou' for the walk on a Saturday (Uh) I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today (Oh) Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot (Yeah) Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in various (Clear) I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity (Gave the bitch) Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy (Uh oh) Mm-mm, uh oh Mm-mm, uh oh Mm-mm, uh oh

Tee Ayy-hey, yeah, yeah Ah-ah, ah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Threw the dark hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K Nunn (like K Nunn) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it They ain't say nothin' (they ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps (the right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (the night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny white veneers And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son (skrrt) Ready or not, here I come (feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) I know you mad at me Yeah, woah, oh I know you mad Them hoes, they mad The opp, they mad One time, they mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Woah-woah, bah, bah, bah, payback Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash Yeah, stay mad Wit' yo' hatin' ass They mad

Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We got a whole lotta bullets Lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk 50K up in my jeans It look like my pockets just got a new case of the month I need that fetti on fetti These niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks I hope you ready, I'm ready I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped I made a million, but still ain't enough I poured a four, a serving in my cup These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up Spit yo game, talk yo shit, boy It's real in the field, better grab your stick Flow too cold, better grab your bitch I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss All this smoke, I gotta light one All these opps, I gotta strike one Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one Come down bad got blood on my ones We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin'? 'Cause I be getting money too often Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Watch here I call her in the cut, yeah I can't talk about my opp, they dead Rather talk about the guap, instead Every nigga on my roster playing New Amiri jeans, fuck it, I'm a fiend Now I even got the bitch a loft and all I done seen niggas running up down Keep it real, then I watch them fall I hit the gas, I don't stop for laws I went from racks to racks and laws I'm on they ass, cash involved, now my shit passed the wall Ain't ask shit for a minute as soon As I get it, I feel like I have to ball Big team playa, pass the ball They was hating on me, passed them all I got some niggas who sitting in prison I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind VVS stones, I bet that I shine I been on the road for this Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss I've been riding in the ghost for this Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We are the youngest niggas coming up Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff I swear the money giving me a rush Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch AP is heavy bitch, sittin' on my hand Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn Too many Glocks for it to jam Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand Or I can get a head-up for a band Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan I'ma just move it until they understand Niggas woke up, posting on the 'gram Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam Took us some time, started with a gram And I still got some silent niggas in the can Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Check my drip

Oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah Oh, oh Oh-oh, oh, yeah CZ beats, why you do 'em like that? Brand new four-five with the RIP (RIP) In the trap all night 'cause my dawg don't sleep ('cause my dawg don't sleep, yeah) Used to live a nightmare I ain't had no dream, yeah (I ain't had no dream) Seen a lot of niggas die, boy, what you think? (Boy, what you think?) If the crew ain't right then the ship gon' sink (Then the ship gon' sink) And a nigga ain't right from the shit I seen (From the shit I seen, yeah) Wanna talk about love, bitch What you need? (Bitch what you need, yeah?) Fell in love with this mud, pour up, I drink 'Cause I've been to war, barbarian (Barbarian) These niggas talkin', irrelevant (Irrelevant) My pockets fatter than elephant (They are) I fell in love with the medicine I'm sick in the head, I need medicine Can you tell me why your shooters hesitate? Say you come from that block, you never been I never fold, I never bend, yeah Bitches better watch they back You know I grip on this MAC And I heard what you say We spot a nigga, he's dead And I point it at his head I bet his shit it go splash, hey I put my boy on the map, hey I come from cookin' the crack, hey Boy you better not try to run You can get shot in your back, hey I fell in love with the mud You know it keep me relax, hey She wanna talk about love I don't wanna hear none of that If I said it won't take the shit back If she left me, ain't no comin' back And I'm still on 147, I ain't changin' up, hey Say they want smoke with us, he smokin' angel dust And these bitches be so damn weird Niggas be strange as fuck Niggas can't bang with us Niggas can't hang with us, hey Gotta tie my shoelaces, bitch I ain't trippin' Since a shorty, I knew I was different, hey Me and you ain't the same, and they can tell the difference Gotta stay focused, bitch, I'm on a mission Brand new four-five with the RIP (RIP) In the trap all night 'cause my dawg don't sleep ('Cause my dawg don't sleep, yeah) Used to live a nightmare I ain't had no dream (I ain't had no dream), yeah Seen a lot of niggas die, boy, what you think (Boy, what you think) If the crew ain't right then the ship gon' sink (Then the ship gon' sink) And a nigga ain't right from the shit I seen (From the shit I seen, yeah) Wanna talk about love, bitch What you need? (Bitch what you need, yeah?) Fell in love with this mud, pour up, I drink 'Cause I've been to war, barbarian (Barbarian) These niggas talkin', irrelevant (Irrelevant) My pockets fatter than elephant (They are) I fell in love with the medicine I'm sick in the head, I need medicine Can you tell me why your shooters hesitate? Say you come from that block, you never been I never fold, I never bend, yeah Mike Amiri, this a new swag 20k in my pockets, it's too fat JT got a young nigga too smashed Summertime, we goin' hunt for a new pack I done got me a buzz, I can't lose that Choose this, fuck one, I need two straps Niggas tryna put me in the news (No) Missed your friend, I'm like "Why would you do that?" RIP, ain't no gettin' your crew back Dome bullets, we aimin' for du-rags Everybody gon' get it, fuck who that My new bitch from the hollow so move back Strapped up, 'cause we ready for war now Boss nigga, gon' finna explore now Same energy, never gon' change (Change) Kept it real in rain while it poured down (Poured down) I was stuck in the field, now it's back to it (Back to it) 40k, just been takin' my mask off (Mask off) Niggas watchin', so fuck it, I axe off But it's on me, no reason to pass off 'Cause they don't wanna see me get to the top (No) They don't wanna see the hood or the block They don't wanna see the chain, the watch They don't wanna see the young nigga pop, no, no Smelly dropped, I'd give all up for my nigga, no lie (No lie) Right through the struggle, he stayed by my side He looked down my eyes, I witnessed him die Swear the shit a nigga seen no joke (No joke) Paper on me, gotta keep it lil' tote (No smoke) Every nigga by my side on go (Oh-oh) If you really what you claim then show it, yeah Brand new four-five with the RIP (RIP) In the trap all night 'cause my dawg don't sleep ('Cause my dawg don't sleep, yeah) Used to live a nightmare, I ain't had no dream (I ain't had no dream), yeah Seen a lot of niggas die, boy, what you think (Boy, what you think) If the crew ain't right then the ship gon' sink (Then the ship gon' sink) And a nigga ain't right from the shit I seen (From the shit I seen, yeah) Wanna talk about love, bitch What you need? (Bitch what you need, yeah?) Fell in love with this mud, pour up, I drink 'Cause I've been to war, barbarian (Barbarian) These niggas talkin', irrelevant (Irrelevant) My pockets fatter than elephant (They are) I fell in love with the medicine I'm sick in the head, I need medicine Can you tell me why your shooters hesitate? Say you come from that block, you never been I never fold, I never bend, yeah CZ beats, why you do em like that?

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep

Gang gang gang gang Money gang money gang Sai che vengo da là Piccolo quartiere poco fuori città Fumavo le canne nel parchetto coi fra Poi ci si fa grandi e lo sai già come va C'è chi se ne va e chi resta là Volevamo fare i soldi come i dj Farci quelle tipe che vedi su Playboy Invece il mio amico sta impazzendo con lei Non esce più con noi Soldi e tipe vanno e vengono, la gang è questa, gang gang Me lo ha dato anche in testa Ti ho rivista e giuro mi sembravi diversa Ma sei sempre la stessa And we screaming gang gang (gang gang) Don't try to step too close to me My niggas finna bang bang (no) Everybody love me, yeah, I know We are not the same thing (no) Baby always watchin' where I go It's always to the bank bank Just some young niggas who ain't ever had shit Fumo solo con la gang gang Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero Non stavo pensando a niente, gang gang I miei sono ancora in giro eppure se c'è brutto tempo Sono pronti a fare bang bang, bang bang No, qua nessuno è sincero io non mi fido più di te, bang bang Stasera sto coi miei Up all night, it's like 3 in the morn (in the morn) But I don't take drugs no more In the back of the coupe, and i fuck so slow (skr skr) I found her in a club Hop in the stu with some Benjamins I'm with my brothers like I don't got no friends I can't lose, I'm tryna win Nigga was broke but that was back then I gotta drip like Marcelo Just took a jet to Milano I just bought my city euros They say I'm a hood hero And we screaming gang gang (gang gang) Don't try to step too close to me (to me) My niggas finna bang bang (no) Everybody love me, yeah, I know We are not the same thing (no) Baby always watchin' where I go It's always to the bank bank Just some young niggas who ain't ever had shit So I say Fumo e sono con la gang gang Sbuffo nuvole nel cielo, c'ho un nuovo giubbotto nero Non stavo pensando a niente, gang gang I miei sono ancora in giro eppure se c'è brutto tempo Sono pronti a fare bang bang, bang bang No, qua nessuno è sincero io non mi fido più di te, bang bang Stasera sto coi miei