[Intro]

The author of this album has been arrested behind bars for multiple occasions for things ranging from robbery while armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation. Majority of their early career was funded by selling and distributing ganja

[Chorus: IDK]

The feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth

I need me a milli’, and not a dollar less

I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash

And if you say, "It’s up", nigga, that's your ass

[Verse 1: IDK]

At seventeen, they gave a nigga fifteen, huh

The judge called it bеin' lenient

They callеd 'em stupid, but, to me, it's kinda strange

'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you gotta be a genius

Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest

So I'm lookin’ for the ones that look the fiendiest

The transaction was the action that was leadin’ to the baggin'

And I just keep that shit a secret, like bohemian (Bang, bang)

Huh, shit, now I got a felony

They nose’s in the air, but they still ain't smellin' me

Career ain't got no legs, while these other niggas, centipedes

All ’cause they walk to school, me, I just walk the streets, see?

I gotta get paper

I'm fightin' for stability, the fade, like taper

Tell me, what's safer? Me runnin' in a nigga safe

Or get hit with the piece when I'm runnin' from the jakes? (Bang, bang)

Uh-huh

[Chorus: IDK]

The feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth

I need me a milli', and not a dollar less

I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash

And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass

[Verse 2: IDK]

(Bang, bang)

See, who really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss?

Or when I went to sleep, it wasn't followed by a kiss?

My momma didn't read me to bed as a kid

So why would I read to myself for the win?

I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin

And when it's been confirmed on the news, then I grin

See, that's the shit that made me happy, ran up on him, caught him lackin'

Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him, ran down and overlapped him (Uh)

[Chorus: IDK]

The feds will shoot you because they out of breath (I used to want a nine to five, grew up, now I have nine .45's)

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth (With the switch and an extension)

I need me a milli', and not a dollar less (I am not the one to mention)

I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest (Choppa knocked him to a new dimension)

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash (Now that nigga dead in the trenches)

And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass

That's your ass, that's your ass

That's your ass

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

Look, they gave my homie forty, he gave 'em people a dub back

We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at

The OG's used to cut three holes in a skull cap

Now younging's wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at?"

Been feelin' uninspired, I'm tryin' to get my love back

It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match

Busta Rhymes told me, "Sometimes the industry does that"

"Don't let it go too long, 'cause it's hard gettin' that buzz back"

That's why I've been rappin' so immaculately

About the shit I actually seen or what happened to me

Or what I've been through, I do it so passionately

Sometimes, I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve

Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's

I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe

Some niggas with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze

Got 'em with me, so they don't have to go back to the streets, haha

Machine