Hey yo Pluto, you goin' brazen?Oh yeah, Berkey, this the one right hereLook in my eyes, you see that redI've been thinkin' bout some *, get it out my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't deadLook in my eyes, you see that redI've been thinkin' bout some *, get it out my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't deadFirst off, nigga stupid as *, I ain't goin' outsideI ain't lettin' him take meIn the world, we gon' shoot this * upHe stare at this truck ass like he wantSprout, I ain't let him take meNiggas really be goofy, they hate meProbably cause I'm real lit and they ain't meNow I'm doin' my *, they won't find meI ain't beefin' with them cause they can't beNow that y'all on the internet, under my prison* like them brats tryna frame meI ain't sayin' * back cause it ain't meBullies got no reason for to chain meTook a lot of drugs, never chained meLost a lot of love, they would chain meSaid she givin' up, man, can't beMoolah givin' up, man, hang meMade the picture perfect, I should paint meNiggas stay there lurking, tryna slay meIf I buy some Birkin, would it change me?Attention, what the * gon' bring me?Detention, what they tryna slay me?I don't listen no more and I swear that I'm grownWell, that's what my granny be sayin'Well, that's what my granny be sayin'Oh, oh, I never let nobody play with mePut that metal on him if he claim me* all my niggas be with it, we claim beNigga never was with it, he ain't straightNigga never was with it, he ain't straightLook in my eyes, you see that redI been thinkin' bout some *, get it off my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't deadLook in my eyes, you see that redI been thinkin' bout some *, get it off my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't deadSecond off, I'm a killer for real, gon' get with yaNigga don't comment that * on my pictureI'll be stupid if I say your nameBut you better know that them bullets gon' hit yaI know the * that's gon' come with the gameI thank to myself and say, what if they get ya?Boy, you better know how we come by them chainsLike, if you try to take it, I'm takin' the pencilWhat do you mean, how you saw what the camera do?Someone with a beam in it?Do you know what I mean?Do you know what the camera do?We at an event, so bro, them gon' clap at youLeavin' them lickin' like some of the pals will doAyy, ayy, ayyWhatever we got is a weapon attackin' youAyy, ayy, ayyWhatever we got is a weapon attackin' youI'm on the tent and I'm in the windYou play with the game, we gon' spinMomma told me that I need to go prayBut all I do is go commit a sinSay I can't told her I'm keepin' my drinkCause these niggas planin' on doing me inYou know I'ma blow up a heat to his faceSoon as the little nigga try to run inAyy, I might just pull up in the BenzIf you ain't game, then you can't get inI'm pourin' that drink in the motherfuckin' drinkHell nah, nigga, I'm fuckin' on himI think that they mad cause I am what they ain'tThat * done be crazy, I cut off my kinI don't need no favorites and I don't need no friendsIf it ain't a payment, I ain't fuckin' with itLook in my eyes, you see they redI been thinkin' bout some *, get it off my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't deadLook in my eyes, you see they redI been thinkin' bout some *, get it off my headOh lord, sometimes feel like I'm deadMy rod, the reason why I ain't dead