[verse]
Looking at a batch, wondering what i'm 'bout to make from it
It's a war going on outside, nobody's safe from it
If they ain't with us, we just coming through and taking shit
But if the numbers right, i'll make the trip, shit
Break it down, put my young bulls on
I bagged everything myself, nothing's one point wrong
We put the gunpoint on, a them-or-us type jawn
Little killers out drilling shit to all the youngboy songs
I can't listen to ya if you don't live the shit you rap about
Brodie had bread for the four, i fronted him half a pound
I ain't heard from him but i'm sure that he'll be back around
Fuck else you know giving action out?
Fuck you know about killers doing life, depending on me?
I guess i gotta trap it out till they eventually free
I probably coulda toned it down but that's the rebel in me
And being healthy is expensive and heroin's cheap
Man, we ain't supposed to sell at a lot of stores so the baggy's full
Cuddy pulled up in a lambo, i'm 'bout to tax him more
Any snake move is an act of war
You ain't never wake up at the fort with a fresh number
And a yellow jumper, and you still wonder
What you coulda been if you didn't wander
Off into the streets again, got 'em yelling, "three for ten"
If the game lock you out, you just need a key to win
Ot, we going beast again, they ain't tryna be your friend
If people selling shit right out in front, you get the cheaper rent
Homie hit a one-in-three, he flew it thirty-three percent
Keep 'em sealed tight, they lose weight, you let 'em decompress
You can hear a million nos, all you need's a yes
Cocaine dj khaled, baby, we the best
Put it in the window, let it grow like a chia pet
They're telling me i'm legendary, i ain't get to see it yet
Maybe i never will, it's like they love us for what gets us killed
But that's the game, gotta respect it still
Chilling in a hoopty with the work all in the dash and shit
If you pay more than ten, the hitter come on some assassin shit
I ain't ask for this, maybe i did
All i know, my life been crazy as shit, i seen the craziest shit
The game is a bitch and i lost most the people that i came in it with
So i'ma ride it out till the wheels fall
Killed the cartel war, the numbers ran up but they still call
I ain't fucking with fenty, i deal raw
And all a hustler needs is something real that he can build off
'cause people only call when they need some shit
People love to see you fall like they eat from it
There's a snake next to you, almost big enough to bite you
And you the one who feeding it
Touching too much work, it must have got up in my palms again
Lucky ladies, i was playing the parks like the palms again
Maybe hit the wind again, every time i lose it all, i win again
Been selling butter like timberland
My plug got the lowest number, i'm him again