[Verse]

I need to get shit right with God before I reach my peak

My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets

And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me"

And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia"

On my twin, no Austin Powers

Locked in, tryna work on my album

In jail like twenty-four hours

Niggas get stabbed, they don't take showers

And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers

And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that's my brother

Free Hunt, nigga die, he touch him

I survived the motion

I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy

And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country

And I'm still prevailing, can't fuck up my motion

When I slide, it's backseat Jeep

I know I'll ride when it's beef

I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef

Yeah, they talking 'bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a nigga like, "Who can't hit?"

Or you talking 'bout the nigga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris?

Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick

If you fuck with the gang, then— brrr, lil nigga, all y'all hoes gettin' hit

Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these niggas' mix

Pull up on these niggas' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie

Don't even be with they clique, these niggas hop, these niggas groupies

Never put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid

Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey

Who not him? How a bitch gon' tell me who I am?

Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance

They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'?

I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man

On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this shit personal

This shit get Bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout Sex, Money, and Murder

And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on Blood

He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on Blood

All that cryin' with shit, nigga

Ain't no tryin' this shit, nigga

Niggas die 'bout this shit, nigga

It ain't nothin' to drop six figures

I'm a real Zone Six nigga

I know you ain't on shit, nigga

And I know he ain't on shit either

Your ho still gon' fuck, I kill you, she an eater

Plus I ain't livin' with my bitch, I don't need shit

Niggas who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be shit

But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit (On God)