Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers

(Yeah) (Ah) (Yeah) Playing my song it's a bop, we never stop In my V6, yeah that thing gonna chop I polish my diamonds, call it shiny rocks They try to catch up I'm alone at the top I can't see the end I don't know when to stop (Ah) I can't escape All of these bands, yeah they moving, coming my way I'm making dough, I'm making bread, yeah the baker bakes Yeah I just keep around my team and my yellow tape You can't relate Yeah You gotta listen, yeah this is my word And I'm moving so quick I don't think that you heard Yeah I put on the tape and they run for the hills And they cannot keep up, I keep learning these skills If you think I'm gonna stop, you have made a mistake Yeah I came here to win, I did not come to play I'm on top of the trees, yeah you down in the caves They tryna tag me but I'm running this game (Ah) I don't know what to say Never made a song, probably did it wrong, but I caught the dub anyway When I join a code, they don't even know If it's really me or they just a fake Yeah they stick to me, like it's yellow tape Playing my song it's a bop We never stop In my V6, yeah that thing gonna chop I polish my diamonds, call it shiny rocks They try to catch up I'm alone at the top I can't see the end I don't know when to stop (Ah) I can't escape All of these bands, yeah they moving, coming my way I'm making dough, I'm making bread, yeah the baker bakes Yeah I just keep around my team and my yellow tape My yellow tape (Yeah)

Yeah Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday 911, it's a man down (20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock) Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, yeah Yellow tape, yellow tape (yeah), 911, it's a man down (yeah) Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah (yeah) Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, 911, it's a man down (yeah) Four-fifth or the tre-pound (ooh) It don't matter when it go down (yeah) Get down or lay down It don't matter, nigga, we gon' spray rounds (yeah) 4L Gang the only gang that I protect now (yeah) Niggas ain't with what I'm with, nigga don't get no respect now (nah) Pussy nigga gettin' a check now (yeah) Send them young niggas at your head now (gang) Heard niggas that I gotta run the block, hell yeah, a nigga run it (yeah) Hell yeah, nigga, shoot up your block, hell yeah, nigga, I done it (yeah) I was in the fuckin' field before, just in case they didn't know (yeah) I was in the hood totin' the pole Shoot a nigga, make a pussy opp fold Undercover 'cause I know these niggas pussy Niggas actin' just like these hoes now (damn) Shootin' at these opps, they don't want no smoke, dawg (naw, dawg) Fuckin' all these hoes, that's what I'm on, dawg (I'm on it, dawg) Ayy, neighbor call me and you know it's low, dawg (it's low, dawg) 'Cause it's smoked out, nothing but that loud (yeah) Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Only thing I think about is murder, murder (ayy, ayy, ayy) To my opp mom, I ain't mean to never hurt ya (ayy) But your son was out here like he was really servin' (yeah) He paid for the hit at 12, got killed at 12:30 (wow) If I pay for the lick, oh yeah, now it's my watch (oh yeah) And if I front the brick, now it's my block (oh yeah) I'm the G.O.A.T. with .223, I got that lamb chop It's a hard top on that 'Venti, but that Lam' drop (Lam' drop) Yeah, but that Lam' drop We be whippin' in the kitchen, smell like ham hocks (eww) When I talk, I bet my fans stop (I bet they stop) I'm so rich, don't need no handouts Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle

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)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.