Imagine the next generation is in yo hands got you rollin dem dices

Dis a possibility makin them bad choices like eternal sacrifices

I know all da haters ain’t gone like dis

Got me jumpin off stage

Showing da rage

Evil conscience like a bison

I’m bad just like Michael Jackson murdered dis beat just to meet satisfaction

Old Ben Franks in my mattress

So I pay attention to you actress

Fuck da fooliers and da tattics

Half of my day one homies

Man I see the envy in thee

Man we use to trap in da streets

Man why am I sensin da beef

I can tell by da tone

Don’t have to hear it over phone

Yea we both dogs

Never been hogs

Why we not splittin da bone

Cuz of da bond

You wasn’t fond

So you just left me alone

Don’t like when da fake talk about fakes I’m cuttin da grass fa da snakes

My vision on time never late

I remember dem days we tried to get paid

Bunny hop gates from da jakes

We all had to evacuate

To continue to put food on our plate

We dashed thru da cuts

Where we ran all da sluts

Just to proceed to da cake

We ran thru dat shit like a race

I’m like fuck what you said

Rest in yo bed

Hope you ain’t fuckin wit Feds

Leave you shakin like dreads

Bread on yo head

It cost an arm and a leg

Niggas don’t know what I’m bout

But I always broke bread in a drought

If a bitch try to throw dirt on my name

I just put dick in they mouth

I learned everything in da south

N it all started in a trap house

Free Scoota, 2xs, and Lil Dave

Dem niggas as real as can be

Man you niggas do not want heat

Leave you shaking of banister

Get shot like camera

Pussy nigga say cheese

Izzy can’t put his trust in a bitch

Even though da bitch loving da dick

Can’t remember da times that I’m pussy whipped

Never bow down to a bitch

Rather compare me to Money Mitch

Cuz I think about bread even off da zip

I pour one out everytime I sip

Fa my fallin soldiers ina pit

R.I.P. Step and all da rest

G.O.A.T. On my chest

Just like my hair dese bitches neglect

Some I just use em fa sex

Even though my life a mess

Dese bitches like what the heck

I get to searching fa neck

N den I cash out on a check

We leave you red no burgundy

Better call Feds if not there’s emergency

Don’t be suprised if it’s surgery

Gettin a deal don’t kno how it feel

I’m just tryna make sure you heard of me

What’s above ya head is da currency

Glockie n Nina be nursin me

I hang wit my niggas like it’s 1800’s

N you kno dat I be stuntin

What’s in da wood smellin like onions

And my shit perfect no bunion

I pass da Dutch right to my cousin

In da ashtray is a dozen

Up in da back gang and dem fuckin

On yo main bitch while you lovin