[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

Aiight

[Verse]

Like David and Goliath I dare a big nigga to play with me

I don't go to church but imma ask if you can pray for me

The amount of drugs it take for me to get high, I know that it ain't safe for me

Said I'm done drinking, why my people call and say they got an eighth for me?

I be taxing I can break down a zip and make 800

Went all day making money I ain't ate nothing

How the plug front you the bag, you ain't make nothing

If a nigga tried to rob me he gone D-I-E trynna take something

He got shot in uh-

Wait...

He got shot in the chest, his lungs collapsed, he on a respirator

I don't know shit if the police come investigate us

GrindHard seems like I took the steps, they took the escalator

Told my play he better be on time, not a second later

Went legit and made Dog Shit at first I hesitated

Shoutout to my bitch I touched 50 and she helped me make it

This shit could be gone any day so let's be grateful

If I let you eat at my table I hope you thankful

Broke down them bo's and sold em all in a week, how long will it take you?

If you go work a 9-5 how much they gone pay you?

A nigga came and bought a zip from me, how much you think I gave him?

He came short and got finessed on the bag, do you think I played him?

Huh? I really wanna know

Nigga wanna take it there, we can take it there, how far you wanna go?

My bitch said she want a go OT, well where you wanna go?

These niggas rats they tell the police everything that they wanna know

Blow real exotics everybody asking where I got the smoke

If you ain't trynna spend some money with me then you got to go

I was paying a high, now i'm plugged in, I don't get taxed no mo'

It's that time of the year, everybody balling till they taxes gone

I ain't know she was married I almost fucked up a happy home

Almost got caught slipping I forgot I left my strap at home

Got shot 5 times I don't scrap no more

I'm mad at Justin "Beaver" he the reason they don't make Act no more

Poured all my drank, irritated, I ain't got no mo'

I ain't where where I wanna be so imma stack some mo'

Rubberband every band I make and do irrational

We gone knock them niggas heads off they ain't gone have a clue

They wanna know who I'm talkin bout got them askin who

It ain't hard to kill somebody you just gotta shoot

Police investigating, but the case closed, cause they ain't got no proof