LSR...

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 duece coupe deville

Yall soldiers know my truth be ill

Now with these visions and these bad thoughts runnin through my mind

(can't) stop the clock, see I'm runnin out of time

And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man

Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan

Situation critical, it's called creepy physical

Hella cold, I'm a BO put off in hella old

Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless

I ain't home, but my mama don't notice

Nationwide with thugs, locc'd out it's just us

With the feds and the police out to bust us. (That's right)

The most prominent, see we stay dominate

And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit

Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage

End up on my block saying we the savage

[Chorus 1]

So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

I hear you rappin bout the streets, talkin bout pushin deal

When most of yall never seen a triple beam scale

Runnin from weed smell, runnin from dank smoke

Then you get on the mic, talkin bout you been chokin?

Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with yo chump change

Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin punk names

You run thangs? maybe, in yo back yard

You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard

Baby bash cross game, that's a negative

With savage dreams on my mind so repetative

Let it live, let it go, playa do or die

Cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride

Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me

I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin me

So while I have kids beatin up on the door

I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona

[Chorus 2]

So you got a platinum grill OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you got a record deal OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you pack a few gats OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

You fell in love with yo bitch OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up

Try to make a couple stacks fo' the days up

Hustle hard ni**a, that's how I live

Only fuckin with fans, my ni**as and relatives

And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot

For supplying all the beats to the have-nots

HP you ain't knowin I run this, so stop braggin

Won't kill what you don't bitch. Or watch your grill hoe

I'll have you iced out, you beat grills with your mutha f*ckin lights out

Lame ni**a, we ain't worried about yo salary

Get off them pills and come back to reality...

[Chorus 1]

So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you roll on 24's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...

So you earned a few stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now...