[Intro]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]

We got banana clips, nah, we don't monkey 'round, 'round

Fifty-round drum in my gun, will gun you down (Cocá be making beats and shit)

I can bag a bad ho and dick her down

I can make a hunnid thou' goin' skrrt-skrrt out of town

I can make a hunnid thou' goin' up, down 95

Say you was makin' money then, you ain't makin' money now?

Say you was fuckin' hoes back then, what you been doin' now?

I say I'm the biggest T, the biggest one alive

'Cause the biggest T's, they were join the army and went die for it

I just pray for my chance to go and lay my life for it

I'm off tree mixed with UUV, bitch, I'm on flight mode

My brodie just got back, drug traffick, he a flight risk

I should try bein' more social, I don't like niggas

I'm out runnin', thuggin' real hard, I keep a knife on me

When I'm 'round the way, I keep a bibby, I got my pipe blowin'

Baby, I smoke candy 'til my teeth and 'til my mind gone

I can't tell you sorry, can't be sorry even when I'm wrong

I'm paranoid, I know niggas plottin', boy, the signs showin'

My mama call me Haile, you ain't mama, call me Sideshow

If I get rifle, they won't track like Jesse Owens

I'm out Paris more than Eiffel Tower, flew back, Ricky on me

They only wan' be soldiers when it's safe to be soldier

To die my duty, it's a privilege to get old

I understand it's 'bout some sacrifice since seven years old

Heart cold like seven beers, the frozen fridge at liquor store

You born, you die, the in-between is all your own

And you not comin' back, you gone, then you gone

They talkin' 'bout strikin', boy, you strikin' who? I'm strikin' my opponent

I done flew through every border with that fuckin' dope on me

I'm tryna see the bigger picture, step back, keep my eyes open

I'm in a different time zone, I'm lean, but I keep some pounds on me

Put a pistol on that nigga, make it make that sound on him

And I think I heard they mixtape, that shit, it sound awful

I think they should drop a mixtape and leave the sound off

[Outro]

To the Black male children

Philosophy is a prison

It disregards the uncustomary things about you

The result of individual thought is accruable only to itself

There is a dreadful need in man to teach

It destroys the pure instinct to learn

The navigator learns from the stars

The stars teach nothing

The sun opens the mind and sheds light on the flowers

The eyes shame the pages of any book

Gesture destroys concept