[Intro]

I might die and go to hell for the shit I done did for the gang, man

Fuck it (Armani, this shit stuey, boy)

I been stepping on these niggas, man

I ain't got no motherfucking sense, man, yo

[Verse]

Ain't no feelings in my heart, bitch, I'm in too deep

Waking up in cold sweat, I'm getting killed in my sleep

My mama text me every morning, say she praying for me

I text my mama right back and say I'm playing for keeps

She be crying on my phone, man, I tell her she weak

You better ask about your son, I put tags on feet

She told me her friend told her that there's money on me

I just laughed out loud 'cause it's funny to me

You gave birth to a killer, it's a hundred on me

And I ain't never ever lacking when I'm running the streets

I'm putting niggas underground when they run into me

And I mean every word, so don't run into me

I was counting on Bris, but the bro didn't make it

I was counting on Jody, but the bro didn't make it

Nigga shot my brother Dreda and they mad that he made it

That's my daddy second son, so I'm killing like Jason

They shot Jayge five times, he was only fifteen

That's my mama's sister's son, so I'm letting off steam

I bought a case of Chinese choppers, just supporting the team

Sending hits from the pen if you know what I mean

If I die and go to hell, blood, I feel like I won

I'm the one that took your twin brother life with this gun

Talking 'bout I chase him down, boy, he couldn't even run

And I stood over that boy, filled him up with the drum

If I'm lying, then I'm dying, boy, and I ain't dead

I'm the sickest in the streets, they got a mill' on my head

Caught him on his granny porch, hit him all in his leg

He couldn't get up in the house, I hit him all in his dreads

I've been going through some thangs, heart filled up with pain

Since they killed my nigga Jack, boy, my life ain't been the same

I been tripping on the suckers, filling niggas up with flames

All I think about is dying, blood, but who am I to blame?

FaceTiming with my father, he thought I was acting shy

I couldn't look him in the eye 'cause he ain't never seen me cry

All my best friends is dead, all I wanna do is slide

I'll do a hundred years before a nigga make me hide

My sister said I'm crazy, man, I told her she a lie

Mama scared for you, I think mama getting high

They killed MO3 and King Von died

We living in the last days, I just want to survive

I'm richer than a bitch, them niggas barely getting by

They want to kill your brother 'cause they know that I'm the guy

Dripping in designer, every day a nigga fly

I'm a killer, I'ma stretch you if you ain't up on my side

I cried last week when my grandmama died

That shit broke me down, boy, it hurt me deep inside

I couldn't even move, man, I felt paralyzed

I told Bankroll, "Leave the opps terrified"

The pain that I'm feeling, never felt this shit before

My father used to tell me, "Son, this shit is not a joke"

When Brandin Briggs died, man, I swear my heart was broke

I'll raise his son like he mine, that's on my grandmama's soul

They killed my brother Stunna Nuk in front of all his kids

I was in prison crying like a motherfucking bitch

When they shot my mama's son, I felt like they took out my rib

They tried to kill my brother Dreda for the shit that I done did, nigga

When them bitches set me up, them niggas shot me in my Porsche

Them niggas shot me in my leg, them niggas could've did me worse

I ain't panic, I just hit the gas and let it go to work

I wasn't hurt, this the shit that come with bitches when you flirt, nigga

[Outro]

This the shit that come with bitches when you flirt, nigga