[Chorus]

I want the commas from the right to the left

Run it up till I run outta breath

The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque

I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect

[Verse]

Don't step to me I might [?]

You know I still I got my old grandmama gun

She had the wood stock on the shawty straight pump

Yeah there ain't no coming back when it's done

That's the kinda thoughts I had when I was young

Just a little high head trynna have fun

Pissing in the pot thinking that I was the one

He was trynna inspire I was [?] fire

Hanging with gang members, couple [?] expire

Shit, one of my friends in the pen for life

I feel guilty that I still ain't write

Like what should I say, it's been so much time

And I even got the address, my girl told me don't stress

Just worry bout the assets

But she a product of this poison and so am I

I'm getting duckets out the bucket, fuck it, do or die

That's how it is when you grow up here

Plenty people move to LA trynna come up here

But you ain't with the business don't come out here

A lot of people [?] coz it's sunny all year

Yeah I hope you got the [?] deal with it

In the cut you know I'm working on a meal ticket

Smoking blunts, sipping henny, baby keep digging

I can tell that you real with it

[Chorus]

I want the commas from the right to the left

Run it up till I run outta breath

The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque

I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect

I want the commas from the right to the left

Run it up till I run outta breath

The type of homie who could fuck up a cheque

I'm getting paid coz they pay me respect