I feel like the trillest left I can't lie

Never picked no god damn sides

Stayed down wit my god damn guys

Never said that I can't ride

Tired of hearing god damn lies

Niggas killing over petty change get caught and drop that dime

They ain't built to do the god damn time

I started so many waves and never got credit for shit

Feels like I'm stuck in my ways

33 bullets be stuffed in my clip

Shoot like D Wade, before all the bullshit back in 06

I'm tryna get paid, I need me a bankroll full of blue strips

Heard he had racks on racks

We had to take him down

Still flipping packs on packs

Till we get to that pound

Don't fuck wit snakes or rats

But they all in my town

Don't do no jumping jacks, but in the gym I'm found

Like AI but yes , I practice that's why

I feel like the best

Ain't sho average guy

Different from the rest

They can't stand this guy

Like I passed out and never came alive

I got fans out in UK and Canada

Don't care too much bout fame cause it damage ya

FLows so nice they can't touch this, MC Hammer

Shit on dudes he's a mess he needs a pamper

Some would call it practice

Reason I ain't average

I ain't got no chill I seen niggas kill, do life over fabrics

I was in the field ducking undercovers like I did the catfish

Shit was getting real I thought he was real but he on that rat shit

Free my dawgs got em locked up in the pen

I feel wrong cause I always use my pen

Wrote a song when I should've wrote my friend

Won't be long till I see em once again

Meaty booked might not see the streets again

But he'll always be my friend

Chase the money till it's long

Like my clips yeah I need it to extend