You never really know who's a friend or foe

I’m on my own, I feel so cold

I'm dripped in gold, from head to toe

Kush for cologne all on my clothes

Bad mamacita, got lean in my liter

Smokin gasolina, I pray to Selena

Picked your girl up in a beamer

Been two days since you seen her

Blow up like Hiroshima

Fuck her and tell her I need her

But that ain't the truth

Got other women that be texting me too

She caught me with one in the coupe

Got sad for a minute or two

But I’m back on my bullshit, How do you do

You niggas been praying I fail

Don't lie to me nigga, I been known the truth

Gang signs on my front lawn, nigga throw it up

Grinding for this shit so long

I ain't ever gonna give it up

Selling Gil-Scott Heron

Wire taps, it's a telethon

You ain't up on half the shit I'm on

I'm best of all time, Dylan

Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan

(yeah)

You cannot fuck with my style

I'm running game, 100 miles

My niggas will run in your house

Even when the sun is out

P89 on my waistline

Fuck around, nigga gon die