[Verse 1]

Faded off the kush, I'm gone

Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home

Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo

We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel

Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas

Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga

Baseball rich, nigga, do this shit for all my homies

Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me

"Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit"

Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist

Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man

Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan

How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King

I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery

Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly

Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary

Woah, nigga, die slow, nigga

For dear life, you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga

Unload, nigga, reload, nigga

Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga

Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger

Yeah, and all my bitches nasty, like a cold dinner

Every day, I go so hard and work my ass off

I'm good, I'm one-hundred, like a fastball

It's Carter IV

[Interlude]

Yeah

Ugh

I'm going back in, man, yeah

[Verse 2]

We get fuck y'all money, how you wan' play it?

That AK sleep on the side of my bed

That's one eye closed, one eye open

Your cap get peeled, like ibuprofen

I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to fuck with

It's a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick

Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide

Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass, like a tampon

Uptown shit, wet the whole party

Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey

The heater, I'ma tuck her, Tucker like Delores

That's my word, word like thesaurus

I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard

Rap game dependent on me, like a bungee cord

Fear nobody but God almighty

Shoot that motherfucker 'til I get arthritis

I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class

I'm a diamond in the rough, like a baby in the trash

I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture, vivid

And them pistols popping, like they sitting in a skillet

I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans

Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me

Forget the bullshit and remember me