[Intro]

I'm gettin' private calls, uh-huh

And they probably was from jail, I can't ignore it all

(You got this, [?])

I do the dash every time from the boredom (It's up)

(CLOUDE, why the fuck you saucin'?)

[Verse]

I'm gettin' private calls from jail, I can't ignore them ('Nore them)

I'm rockin' Prada for the times I couldn't afford it ('Ford it)

I'm countin' cash, made a habit out of boredom (Woo)

I do the dash every time from the boredom (Boredom)

'Cause I'm ridin' 'round with crack, Lamar Odom

It's a likely chance the vehicle is stolen

I come from a poor end, dreams of a foreign

I was down, now I'm countin' rubber [?]

Paranoid the feds is comin', thеy might get me

I've been on thе streets, from runnin' can't take a sick leave

All these hoes askin' for money, I'm like, "Bitch, please"

Six thousand for the pendant, that's light for a neck piece

Youngin's gon' slide on this ice, Wayne Gretzky

Make froze the time on this Rollie, my nigga might freeze

Still run that nigga down in my Nikes (Woah)

Flame city block boy, think I need an encore

I was cookin' boys in the Pyrex when I got poor

I don't really care about no shawty 'cause I got whores

This time when they tried to kick the door, it was vacant

They've been tryna take us out by force, elimination (Ah)

I come from the dirty north where niggas leave you brain-dead

Where they tell you, "Stay safe," but we stay dangerous

I was sleepin' on the cold hard floor like caveman

We was gettin' money by any means you can name and

They think that I'm innocent, but, baby, I'm the devil's kid

Walk around with hella sticks, these other niggas celibate

They know they can't fuck with me

You told me you would always hold it down, why'd you up and leave?

I would never ever let you down if it was up to me

I feed all my niggas that's around, there's enough to eat

I was always in and out of town, livin' comfortably

My broski and my cousin shootin' rounds when it comes to me

I ain't been the same for a minute, I've been in these streets

It can never go back to the way that it used to be

I should hate the game and the streets for what they did to me

Talkin' on my name, I'ma kill him in the first degree

It's a cold world just like the polar

I'm never sober, I hate bein' sober

My life spiralled just like a coaster

I won't hold her, I rather just ghost her

I'm in my Goose fur, I feel like Lucifer

Life's a bitch, and I know I won't lose to her

I don't complain about the pain 'cause I'm used to hurt

I'm a gardener in the streets 'cause I'm doin' dirt

I'm fuckin' bitches in the trap on the futon (Futon)

Every time I leave the city, gone for too long (Too long)

Bob the Builder in the streets, I keep a tool long, tool long

Yah, yah (Yah)

I keep a tool long (Yah, yah, yah)