[Verse 1: RetroWays1k]

It's cool

If I disappear you can never say I ain't told you

People disappear every day as you're gettin' older

It's my time of the year, I feel that shit gettin' closer

Started with a mic now I'm noticin' the exposure

LX still fightin', I told him he was a soldier

Million-dollar writings I'm storing inside my folder

26/5, I love all of 'em 'cause I chose 'em

Layla open eyes missin' Melo when gettin' older

And I can't deal wit' it, no pickle I'm staying kosure

It's me against the world and I'm carrying it on my shoulders

They never did listen, they could've listened, I showed 'em

We went from lil niggas to having bitches with Rovers

Bitches turned witches and niggas turned into ogres

When people start switchin' my feelings start gettin' colder

Go and get that money, no frontin' that's what they told us

So I'm gon' stack these dead men, watch my pockets swell up

From the land of the dreadheads, palm trees, Noya

I used to be the gas man, trash can, Otis

Take this shot like it's my last chance, last dance, Jordan

Got some people that dependin' on me I know that I'm important

Couple people that traded on me that only got extorted

Crazy hate in my own city they treat me like a foreign

[Verse 2: CD7]

Yeah they treat me like a foreign

Look

Crazy hate in my own city they treat me like a foreign (Seven)

But I guess I get it, in and out the state look like I'm tourin'

Gotta thank God that he woke me up in the morning

I just say the word, bro'll pop you without a warning

Mixing syrup with the edibles, got me feeling incredible (Incredible)

Brodie up the Glock and turn your partna to a vegetable

Told you come and shop because you know we keep them vegetables

What you looking back for? I'm already ahead of you

Finna buy a new Glock, 'fore I go buy a new watch

Pack up, we finna move out, move the trap to a new spot (let's go)

Rather have it all 'fore I turn around 'n be a have-not

Rolling with my dawgs like Sandlot

From the land of the chain-snatchers, gangbangers, thugs

And shady ass bitches that wouldn't show me no love

I might take a Chevy Impala, throw that bitch on some dubs

If we had fell apart then fuck, it was what it was (No cap)

Ain't no pillow talkin' I'm fightin' salt with the slugs

Niggas out they top boy them niggas gone off them drugs (Drugs)

Shit hit different when you get it out the mud (Mud)

My shit hit different 'cause I got it out the mud

Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss 'em to death

Right hand on the steering wheel, my Glock on the left

Yeah I stay with a shooter but I'll pop you myself

Woke up feeling too greedy I keep the guap to myself, I'm gone

It's cool, heh