[Verse 1]

Sold a fiend a dummy cause the work was low

Candle wax out my grandma crib

I got rich where my grandma live, only sixteen

It's only six in the morning, I serve sick fiends

Nigga, and I got school in one hour

I'm up in math class, high off dumb sour

That was when I used to do the gucci's

With the Robin Jeans on or a pair of newys

When the sidekick was popping I was getting booty

T-mail from the bitches sending pics' of coochie

I just got up out of county last Saturday

Then pulled off in a Bimmer like my license straight

I did a show now I'm catched in Sunny California

Whoozy off the juice, xans, and that marijuana

Sipping Tec out of Cactus Cooler

I hit a nigga with a pack, and he gone catch or shoot ya

Soak your hoody with that red shit

My niggas dumbing out, wylin on that edge, shit

You know that feeling that you get when you work the shotty

And it kick back strong, so it jerk ya body

Might be slugs or the buckshots

I'm on stage, selling drugs and tryna duck cops

I'ma fuck a niggas bitch nigga

I'm out in Carson, blowing pack with my Crip niggas

[Hook]

And the story go

If that was slumped, it was murder that the 40 wrote

And it was niggas at the door you know

Supposed to be the nigga mans, but they’ll off you though

Word on the block is that shorty told

The feds snatched on boy then shorty fold

And his existence with the restitution

Cause in the hood you know violence be the resolution

[Verse 2]

When y'all was studying for science I was bagging zips

Right in the stairs of my building, nigga level 6

Young paranoid nigga, thought the phone was tapped

Go to class with 40 bags and I was all for that

I was robbing niggas whips I was getting ducked

Outchea boots, and extorted for a couple bucks

I done got into the point, it's like who could I trust

When them niggas start shooting is you down to bust

If the police come will you keep it shut

And if niggas was to do me is you gon' heat it up

And if I leave you with some bread is you gon' keep it tucked

Or you gon' run off with my chips and won't be seen for months

It's the shit a nigga think about

Toss the stick, grab a Fanta, watch me sink a ounce

Any second niggas shots to get to ringing out

I was wetting up the crib, tryna sink the house

[Hook]

And the story go

If that was slumped, it was murder that the 40 wrote

And it was niggas at the door you know

Supposed to be the nigga mans, but they’ll off you though

Word on the block is that shorty told

The feds snatched on boy then shorty fold

And his existence with the restitution

Cause in the hood you know violence be the resolution