I was in a jail, I was penitent, I didn't see the gangstas turn up Mama had some cars on, like, bitch, ***, still pull up on I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this, I always knew that I'd get rich, I wish she'd cry like I'm buying tears, she didn't care for gangsta all of these years, Used to write the book, she ain't write back, Now I'm gon' talk, she don't like that, I don't think about it, had to let her know that she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice Try to hold me down, I gotta stay low, Gon' get the money but still stay low, Stay away from bars, I gotta stay low Rest in peace, my doggy got a halo, Play with me, you gon' get chest ties, Be the bro down the road doin' red time All the homies, they call us the red lines, We gon' only pull up when it's six times, Play with me, you gon' get chest ties, Be the bro down the road doin' red time All the homies, they call us the red lines, We gon' only pull up when it's six times, Ain't got no patience for pushin', I kill them all dead, ain't gon' play with nobody, Lil' homie thuggin', 13, like a slim bitch, we just want him to bite him, Know I went to the league but we all ball, Make sure everyone eat out on bars, Went somethin' bout the hood that made my heart beat, Do a show and fly right back to Sparks Bein' their bro, that was callin' me, Watch the n****s close up, that was talkin' to me, They was tryin' to leave me by the garbage, Now they callin' me, me, I'm a target, Do it for em', make em' feel important, Knowin' damn well I should ignore it, I buy what I want, I can't afford it Lotta money, I want more of it, Play with me, you gon' get chest ties, Be the bro down the road doin' red time, All the homies, they call us the red lines, We gon' only pull up when it's six times Play with me, you gon' get chest ties, Be the bro down the road doin' red time, All the homies, they call us the red lines, We gon' only pull up when it's six times *