[Verse 1]

We livin' the last days (We livin’ 'em)

All these whips and chains, we livin' like capped slaves (Still slaves)

I can’t move forward 'cause I'm livin' my past ways (Nah)

I live for better times, but I'm still in the bad days

And I remember nights when dinner was pancakes

Everybody on drugs, these niggas is half-baked (They cooked)

The smokers that you know was the niggas that had weight

When y'all was buyin' clothes, I was gettin' my bag straight (I was gettin’ money)

Cut all my homies loose ’cause them niggas was mad fake (Fuck outta here)

Tell me how to show love to a nigga that has hate (How you do that?)

Lookin' at the smoke from the clip in the ashtray

Thinkin’ how to slow down when I live in the fast lane (I don't know)

A nigga tryna chill, but I'm still in the rat race

If I don't got no money, I get it the fast way (I’ll get mine)

Friendly with the plug, I can get it for flat rates (That's my boy)

Talkin' out your mouth gon' get you a flat face

Runnin' laps around you niggas, this shit is a track race

[Chorus]

Don't play with none of mines or you niggas'll get hurt

First person outta line is the nigga that's dead first

I'm all about my business, just give me the check first

'Cause this shit'll get worse, nigga, this Big Dirt

Don't play with none of mines or you niggas'll get hurt

First person outta line is the nigga that's dead first

I'm all about my business, just give me the check first

'Cause this shit'll get worse, nigga, this Big Dirt

[Verse 2]

True story, I remember bad times that y'all forget too fast (True story)

Sittin' in the jail cell where orange is the new black (Let's go)

I remember mad times I had to sell my food stamps

And step on half a gram so my fiend could cop two back (One-two, one-two)

Callin' back immediately mad, well, nigga, too bad (Relax, nigga)

I'll get you back next time I go to cop a new batch

Tellin' me I'm fucked up, but I already knew that (I already knew)

The last couple years, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps (By myself)

Gotta leave the hood, my whole town is poison sumac

Survived another day, I go home and write a new rap (Another day)

Some of the bros is gone and I just never got through it

I'd give up all this rap shit today to get my dudes back (I'd give all this shit up now)

Jumped up off the porch, my mother told me not to do that

But I chose the streets and, my nigga, the streets choose back (They chose me too)

I took a couple shots at these niggas, they took a few back

My junkie look like Angela Bassett, she got her groove back

[Chorus]

Don't play with none of mines or you niggas'll get hurt

First person outta line is the nigga that's dead first

I'm all about my business, just give me the check first

'Cause this shit'll get worse, nigga, this Big Dirt

Don't play with none of mines or you niggas'll get hurt

First person outta line is the nigga that's dead first

I'm all about my business, just give me the check first

'Cause this shit'll get worse, nigga, this Big Dirt