[Intro]

(Lorenz, don't stop)

[Verse]

I'm in Cali doin' a hundred down Figueroa

Came back to Flint paranoid, doin' thirty down Fenton Road

Drivin' while Black, they swear you sellin' dope

Real lean addict, get a pint, might only sell a four

Nine times out of ten, you gotta be somebody that I know

The other ten percent, you gettin' taxed is what you gotta know

Fuck a bitch, but I can't spend the night, baby, I gotta go

Plug callin' on the other line, he said, "Vámonos"

Alright, ran off on his ass, I told him adios

PLRs, FNs, and Glocks, we got a lot of those

Caught a pussy nigga out in traffic, thought he seen a ghost

My lil' nigga stay on bullshit, I can't be seen with Ghost

The opps can't stand him 'cause he always keep 'em on they toes

But mе, I be knockin' niggas off they feet

Bettеr hope I don't catch you in that alley on that side street

I'm gon' have to change the name and the picture on my ID

'Cause I keep Glock on me everywhere I be

And I'm always outside, it ain't that hard to find me

I don't never talk to 12, they gon' have to come and find me

Had too many cars in my yard, they tried to fine me

Bitch, I'm stayin' independent, they can't sign me

All black on with black 1s, I'm lookin' grimy

Stab you up and shoot you four times, that's a five-piece

Couple years ago, all I wanted was a nine-piece

Was in the studio with Mike and Rio tryna find beats

Had a main bitch, but had ****, that's my side piece

I done had it all and lost it all quick as an eye blink

I learned to cherish everything I got for the time being

Baby girl, you mine, but I'm just yours for the time being

Might go to LA or Miami for the sightseeing

Can't forget the Glock 'fore I leave, 'cause I might need it

Stopped servin' fiends and started sellin' to rich white people

Yeah, them my type of people

Matter fact, if you got some money, you my type people

Just got a call from Roxanne, she said, "Michael need you"

If you get any type of scripts, I would like to meet you

My clientele ask me, "Where you been? I can never reach you"

Don't text my phone with all that hot shit, just say, "I need to see you"

If you say the wrong thing, I'll probably never meet you

No bag, stayin' with your dukes, I could never be you

If your bitch come around me, she gon' wanna leave you

G-R-I-N-D Hard, I can never teach you

Can't believe this broke-ass nigga askin' for a feature

The cheapest I'ma go is twenty hundreds, dig a little deeper

A nigga thought he could check my temp, so I brought my heater

Fuck around and put it to his head like he got a fever

You was gon' do what when you see me? Nigga caught amnesia

Pistol-whip his ass with the heat, I think he caught a seizure