So many choppers laying around the house, this bitch like a helicopter pad
Do a chandelier on my wrist like piss, you can tell I dropped the bag
All these years I've already been rich and I keep getting rich, I'm about to spaz
In that two-door grip and a missile, if I get busy I gotta smash out
You know me, I crash out, then cash out
Quining the projects right now, giving a pass out, got the glass out
Sliding and taking a sad rap when we catch them clowns, they assed out
You know I won't lie, any nigga play with me gotta die
In love with my five, I been like that since 09
Locked in, I'm on the grind, I been like this since 95
Used to run with dope boys and wear MX-95s
He ain't learn ABCs, but he rockin' ACGs with a nine, young nigga
They make ARPs and Glock 23s go off all the time, * with him
He got left on the hit, stuck with it, his bro in the main put enough trust in him
I be seeing little killers cuffin' him, turn him up, put a couple bucks in him
Flyin' out to Miami, * bitches, smokin' bloods in a lamb truck with him
Yeah, you know I'm comin' trim, I can't go out like I'm Birdie
Shoot this bitch a butter rim, Louis swim trunk, chow, I don't even swim
Bitches see me like that's him
Nigga, this that hustlin' music, some I call Weezy F
I see niggas bleed to death, yeah, my chain's VVS
I'ma make another five bands when I leave the CVS
Op niggas call me makin' threats, I told him he be next
I think it's only three I'm left
If you knew how they did your lil' cousin, you would be upset
Niggas still ain't D.V.S.
You know I'ma shoot this bitch into the trigger stop
All this chicken that I'm gettin', I got the chicken pox
* this rap *, yeah, I'll get you shot
Blue faces in my pocket like I'm Christian Rock
Switch this block with five, six different glocks
Get low, switch the spot, know we got this bitch on lock
Hit him chain swingin', I got this off hip and hop
I still can work a scale, cause we used to whip the pot
Used to post up in hell, red zone, my * was hot
Stay in your lane like Logo Dane, we'll pull up
After shots, used to let lil' bros shoot
Then go straight to the booth, saw M's, they know what to do
Now I'm the fuckin' truth
I don't even want them youngins to kill, I influence the youth
I was just freestylin' with Meek Mill, R.N.P. like Snoop
I'm makin' more money than U plus U, count it up like 2 plus 2
Still shittin' on niggas, ooh, we a comin' flushin' crew
I can never see me tuck in my chain
I can never see me snitchin', fuckin' up my name
I spend nights inside a cell, cause it come with the game
All I want is money, I'm stuck in that phase
They don't want me in the projects, I'm stuck in my ways
All he heard was 223s and they stuck to his brain
Headshot, walk him down, you should've seen him fallin' down
I hear the devil callin' them, I'm forever ballin' them
This a letter to my projects, they better not play with you
Show you what that paper do, they turn his brains tomato soup