[Intro]

(Damn, Tooch)

(Zack Feezy)

Yeah

[Verse]

My head spinnin' on my second day with no sleep

Tryna get in the game and make it out the nosebleeds

Life's a bitch, I know that you would look so sweet

But my soul's ridin' underneath like gold teeth

Back when you would pay a couple hundred for an OZ

I almost married the streets, but got cold feet

Road to riches and my tires got a slow leak

'Cause my entourage consist of felons and parolees

College wasn't never in the cards for a nigga

We was playin' dodgeball, we gon' ball 'til they hit us

We gon' ball 'til the laws come get us

If they catch us with the shit, they'll send us all up thе river

Never say dеpendent, damn, big spender

Now you in a jam and got a public defender

My lil' partner put his opp on a shirt

Now he not comin' home 'til February 31st

It's hard to really say who got it worse

'Cause they both went in the box, one went in the dirt

Both they mamas sick and baby mamas hurt

I wonder which one of your friends'll fuck your baby mama first

Only time'll tell

Boy, these niggas tellin' like they part of YSL, gettin' saved by the bell

I was raised by the scale, break it down to sell

The way I broke the blocks, I could've made the NFL

My granddaddy used to move yayo, yeah

'Til he got hooked on the powder under his nails

Yeah, I know I said it before, but yet and still

If Jalen never pick up the sack, that means I failed

So I got work to do

You play with my money, you get the business, bitch, and I take it personal

I don't give a shit who I offend

I just came to finish what I started, then I started makin' ends

I'm still runnin' rampant in this lane that I'm in

It ain't a win 'til I turn my W's into M's

Clutchin' a Staccato, shootin' out the gym

If I'm not ballin' out, then I'm studyin' some film

The last thing I'm ever gonna need is more friends

So it's me vs. you vs. him and vs. them

Yeah, fuck 'em all, yeah, fuck 'em raw

They thought they was fuckin' with me and I'm appalled

Even when I piss, I got a pistol in my draws

I'm prepared for the shit that's waitin' outside of the stalls

Strapped like a Jap because outside is a war

If you late to the draw, they gonna outline you in chalk

Talkin' to the devil, he too broke to buy my soul from me

I been a real nigga since I left my mama ovaries

My daddy left before my second birthday, supposedly

Thirty-seven years later, now the nigga notice me

My heart frozen solid, you don't know a nigga cold as me

If you gon' give me flowers, then make sure them shits is coca leaf

Couple words of wisdom left for anyone opposin' me

You need holy water, a crucifix, and a rosary

This my real life, so none of it's been rehearsed

I come from sellin' Prada, none of it was merch

Nothin' get discussed if the money isn't first

My baby need shoes, my woman needs a purse

[Outro]

I said even once I'm dead, sneak my pistol in my hearse

In case Hell is where I'm headed after leavin' hell on earth

Word to Pif