They ask me would I turn Illuminati?

I done witnessed too many homis

Mack-10s, sawed off shooties

Early morning serving all these Aunties

Will I die here? Probably

Bitches chasing Percocets and Roxies

Snotty nose babies calling for their mommies

Losing Isiah, far from the Cosby’s

First Gray caught the body then Paccs caught the body

The Flags caught the body feel like I’m losing everybody

The feds snatched up Freak another homie in a week

Then QB got bodied, heart racing

They found Cookie hanging in that basement

I ain’t cry since Grandma, relationship got tighter with this hammer

Homies need commissary, Lannah need pampers

Bodies keep dropping, homicides need answers

Momma said I need to chill if I wanna shot

But all the Locs show me love on them number blocks

And all the Bloods show me love on them number blocks

And all them bitches come in groups and they wanna pop

I’ll be damned Mama, they know who I am Mama

Still your little boy, to them I’m the man Mama

Smile a bit, I shook a couple of hands Mama

I’m getting there, I made a couple of bands Mama

First check a mansion you can tan, Mama

Bout to catch a flight, I’ll hit you when I land Mama

(I’ll hit you when I land Mama, I’ll hit you when I)

Lamborghini dreaming cause I got it from the mud

Land of no love where the Bloods kill the Bloods

Tinted in some foreign shit, right where the goons at

Gloved up, mask down, copers could approve that

Pullin' up on the block, nigga what’s the shit about?

Gotta kill the witnesses, Gray beard sticking out

We were all in Mama’s crib niggas running in and out

New Jersey Drive, lil' homies that will dig ‘em out

Lil bad bitch I fly in and then dig her out

And the hoodrat bitches still try to give me mouth

Always seem a little different once I kick ‘em out

Trying to flip this loft condo into a bigger house

Need a bitch that know how to hush when the lead bust

And she gotta flush when the Feds rush

Mama shootin' dope for a head rush, I was in them cuffs never said much

I was in them cuffs never said much, just a government shit sometimes not that

Niggas came through shootin’, we just went at shot back

Shit I used to dream about I can go and cop that

What’s your rules? What’s up in ya bank? I can stop that

I don’t pop bottles but tonight is like fuck it

I can get enough for all y’all if all y’all fucking

Who know about breakfast, who know how to use an oven

Mama look at me, how we came up from nothing?

Nominated Freshman, I feel like a senior

Papi had the spicy bag, stamps was Jalapeno

Tell the homies bada-boom ya, they bada-bing ya

Any Given Sunday, we will Willie Beam ya

Woke up thanking God, another day a nigga breathing

I hope that he forgive me, when I catch him, imma leave him

Mind full of demons, circle full of heathens

If Grandma knew these stories about her babies, she’ll be screaming