[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]

Forensic weapon in court, still considered a sport

On the phone with Bald Head, while watching King of New York

Tedrick Shaemus' case one of the greatest I ever saw

Whole team turn sour when niggas trying to get off

Caught slipping, blicked the biscuit administered in the car

I’m a dog, worst place to get hit is while in the car

Bullet hole in my lip as I’m inching back to the car

Bitch I'm with pitching a fit, yelling: "Kevin, back in the car!"

No hospital visits, I'm on the run trying to get it, having

Baby momma problems, every night tryin' to fix it

Flashing out, flipping tables, broke every dish in the kitchen

The devil living in me, I’m contemplating to end this

Sprite facing 20 years, well, that’s what they try to give him

D. Ozi out on bail, for a charge he caught with that dealing

Back when we was little, want us a Pickle Dilly

Innocent making faces in the window while having dinner

Who'd ever think that we'd grow up and turn out to be killers

Barrel extensions, tool is narrow and slender

Compact in my jacket, even flinch I might hit ya

Shot too hard in the heart, my emotions are ruined

Too hard to trust, don’t give a fuck, won't open up to no woman

Take my lick and keep pushing, don’t try playing me, pussy

AR-15 with the i/r-beam, laying down in the bushes

Won’t say no name but so and so lent me a pound of them cookies

TTGTHUG, L.I.F.E, I’m with it

If shawty bust her pussy open, no commitment, I sinned it

Lord forgive me I’m sinnin’, I come to you as a sinner

Take all my scars, take my heart, turn me into a Christian

Bright nigga in the paint as if my last name was Griffin

Popeye's chicken, I just want 4 Legs And A Biscuit

I always shout to chi-towns, all my niggas in Folsom

Stuck to the code, even when the pressure on, we ain't folding

Let’s get it on