I ain't going to no clubs

That’s how they took Von

Used to be close to the plug

But I broke that bond

'Cause it's always 'bout the drugs

Make that money long

They be sayin that it’s love

When they do you wrong

They be saying that they tuff

But ya' boy been strong

I still feel my saggy nuts

Hanging from my dong

He called me a faggot

But he been riding on

Problems with your daddy

Got a hoochie of a mom

I retaliate

I’m great

No debate

You hate

'Cause you lame

You flaked

It’s too late

You less

Than halfway

You stress

On vacays

I rest

And get paid

Stay blessed

And give thanks

Try to keep it simple

But it’s never easy

Trapped inside my temple

Only I could be me

He thought he was nimble

But I caught him sneaking

He became the symbol

Of his momma’s weeping

I can keep it cordial

'Til some weirdo tweakin'

Then don’t expect formal

'Cause it’s straight to beefin'

I do not live normal

I got my own sequence

My crib paranormal

These shadows got their own secrets

They feeling the flow

(They feeling the-)

They be like no no

(Don’t give a fuck)

They wanted some mo'

(Some mo')

But where did he go?

(Ghost!)

Rapping ain’t easy

Y’all niggas be cheesy

I’m making the cheddar

Y'all feening like rats

Y’all begging for stacks

Not watching ya back

Samuel want all of his money right back!

Yeah, he back

You know me

So whack

I get hate

Where you at?

I get laid

I get paid

Everyday

No snakes

In my grass

I cut that

Watch your back

You pop up

I pop one

I don’t fake

I don’t cap

Back!

Schooling you niggas

Stop trying to rap!

I’m sick of you niggas

Who claiming they trap

I grew up with killas and dealers, no cap

No faking the realist

I’m sick of the cap

Show me the trenches

Y’all say where y’all at

Gated C

With the passcode

Niggas lying, lying just to sound cold

But I’m cooler, cooler

Let the wind blow

Try to keep it simple

But it’s never easy

Trapped inside my temple

Only I could be me

He thought he was nimble

But I caught him sneaking

He became the symbol

Of his momma’s weeping

I can keep it cordial

'Til some weirdo tweakin'

Then don’t expect formal

'Cause it’s straight to beefin'

I do not live normal

I got my own sequence

My crib paranormal

These shadows got their own secrets

(He became the symbol

Of his momma’s weeping)