[Verse]

I don't talk beef cause I walk it

Bag full of chips, no Walker's

I started off with crumbs now I'm stacking up my bread

I will shoot him right if he's moving left

Ride to the death, death before dishonour

The big .45 stays on us, you unna?

I'm not guilty, niggas wan' kill me

My nigga do you feel me?

I'm stressed cause my friend's dead

Friends, ain't got many left

Adolescence stage, remember the days when I was penniless

Cold sweats, nights up in jail had a nigga stressed

I don't give a fuck about the po-po

Still shoot the .44 right through his logo

Ralph Lauren polo

Burner on my waistband, my pancreas

Shoot him thirty times all in man's wig

I drop food on my line and watch my grams flip

I'll wig him, I'll give him the damn clip

.44 and it's two-tone

The strap's overweight like a sumo

I have bullets sliding out like a newborn

Keep the gun in my pocket like two phones

Real cocky like Curtis Warren

Real fucking drug baron

Feds want me on the Y like my noti

Fuck half, I need that whole key

Me and Big S kept it real from day one

While these fuckboys only came round yesterday

Coke in the pot, make it bubble up

I'ma burn him with that iron till he's had enough

I just need cheese in my fucking sandwich

Talking money yeah that's my fucking language

I move low, me and DLO

I move green, white, B and snow

I might rob the link for like six boxes

Twenty-five each piece, get rich off it

In beef my niggas squeeze, won't speak often

I'll leave them stone cold like Steve Austin

Money on my mind, got me thinking different

Caught my first body with a fucking Smith & Wesson

Fifteen when I first touched prison

Sixteen when I changed my religion

Armani jeans and the top is Stoney

Dior for my daughter in her baby rolly

I don't trust niggas, move too phoney

If I wasn't on top you'd probably disown me

Drive-by in the night G

You'll see the heatwave like Wiley

Niggas get shot and be like "Why me?"

I'll come and rob a nigga for his watch so kindly

"Born alone, die alone" embedded in my brain

Capone is the name, Capone in the Range

I'ma stop the car if she's not giving brain

VS1 diamonds round the Cartier frame

Moving like Pesci, MAC and a speshy

Strangle the strap; kill a nigga gently

Real G's recognise, fake ones resent me

I remember school, got kicked out from early

Then I went centre, finished 12:30

I tried to do the college thing, it was shit, it didn't work

So I hit the block hard, trapping sling and work

The devil wants my soul, these roads so cold

Feds want me locked or dead in a hole

Gun in my pocket, ain't no fed checking me

My nigga got locked, they tried to do a double jeopardy

I've got this hot spice and she said that she's Lebanese

Older Snap bought me a gun for my seventeenth birthday

Bang bang early, I show no mercy

Bullets got him bad like herpes