I was either us or them, and we had never f***ed upTen thousand and being two hundred all in a fourFive hundred cash, no rent, baby, it's yoursCheck to the mall and I can borrowYou still got your rose, pay doggy on the courseTwelve hundred to horse, nine hundred to shortLike tap the pedal and watch this b***h twerkI was doing it first, like put on shirtsSuddenly like it's merch, free Gotti bands and dirtNo, I don't f*** with no perksF*** won't buy a bag, but f*** to buy a purseI guess cause I'm turnt, I supposed to go through the worstVal got me in church, cold side of the serviceAll my sprites dirty, twenty-three with a thirtyNo attempts for me, I only been doing merchTime went through the weed and money went through the girthHanging with us to search, I'm strippingPromethazine in my soda like f*** liquorYeah, have a ticket on my neck, this a lamb, not a vetYou wanna be my f***, make a sceneI sit on a cassetteWe keep friends, group texts, doggy with them knucksAnd we was beefing with them till we seen he was a ratAnd last hopped, dad's on a slide jetAnd last I cried, whole squad's getting wetI heard f*** words, wet f*** on my blockI really want my city like I'm rapping on rapI seen a dumb f*** make a living out the potMy cell figure, I ain't sleeping on no cockI have a million in killers, come get it while it's hotAnd me look, I'm more than different, babyAnd you don't know the feeling, two hundred K on the watchI'm supposed to believe y'all killers, all of them are temptantsI made them get missing, I'm why becoming the richestI heard about the word of mouth, how you can stack attentionYou putting them in danger, you living with all of themI told her I got five grand, here we go, start a businessAnd since we got up with you, that should let you know she did itDon't care how many change y'all giving me, not officialGet every single drop you can find, I got a niggaYeah, have a ticket on my neck, this a lamb, not a vetYou wanna be my f***, make a sit on a cassetteWe keep friends, group texts, doggy with them knucksAnd we was beefing with him till we seen he was a ratAnd last hop, dad, y'all ain't slide yetAnd last I cried, whole squads get wetI heard f***ing words, what f***ing they blockI really want my city if I'm rapping or I'm not