You play too muchBlackFresh off a six-year tourThe one after the fallMuleyIThey try to mash up my slidesCity nice, only rightThat Ford by AceI've been hittin' with the fiveStraight droppin' all this lightBaitin' poppin' all my lifeThen them feds brought a caseAnd had me doin' up timeBut I ain't never complainI've got killies doin' lifeReal life, no liesI've been the truth the whole timeI was spittin' way backTellin' them about the grindCause I really lived thatAnd they ain't live like II've been sayin' I'm the truthThen got nicked for what I doThey had me sittin' in the cellBlowin' loud on the looI was sittin' in jailHad loud comin' throughHella pats comin' tooGettin' hacked from the screwIt's still Louie on my kicksBelt jacket hat tooThese niggas all chattyBut ain't chattin' what they doAnd me, I'm really chappyI move hella mad throughThe world, I move hella madI washed up at 3-6Then put down 7-2Cause it's only straight drunkAnytime it gets smoothIt's TT on the bobsThey OD when they shootIt's 200 on my dashWith some Cali in my zooAnd I'm flyin' up SeoulWith a baddie for the lootAnd then we flyin' straight backBig rack'ems in the coupeThat's 65 racksI stacked that in three moonsThen lost 65 racksWith a couple keys tooAnd then I made it all backWith a couple G movesI got pinched when I was litSat down for a sixAnd all nightThey can't smell me offMy A-8 dripThey try to * a nigga's *I came backLike * thisI * the whole game upNah, I'm on some * *Cause I ain't hookingWith them niggasI ain't choppingThese bitches came homeTo my muley this timeBigger dripA nigga's pissedI ain't quittingStill got killies on drillingAnd my drilly in the kitchenJust whipped up a chickenYeah, that trap's still kickingAnd I rap for them figuresHad racks, now it's ticketsBig facts when I spit itKnow a lion heart, niggaWith the brain of a pigeonMore time, he be trippingThey got him trapped in the systemBrightened up a nigga's dayI made a baddie send him picturesThought that nigga was a GThen found out he was a witnessSee this game?Super viciousYour man's a * missusCaught a caseCause niggas snitchingAnd now I'm chillingBut I'm chilling like a villainOn the landing with the villainsThe killers and the drillersThe trappers and the nappersThe rubbers and the dealersThat's a five-man boatProbably mackerel and some spinnersAnd that's one man chefing upFive man's dinnersAnd it's probably getting whippedIn couple kettles and the stingersAnd my act that chefBacks in jail for her clippingsIt don't get no realerI've always been the realersI've always given factsBaby, never been the pillarsThese baddies at meThey know that I'm trappyI got spots likeI got spots likeHackney and I'm straight out of HackneyAnd nigga, I'm a street kidI slept where them fiends livedAnd ran up in Harrah's on a TuesdayWith like three quidNigga, this how we liveI don't know about his tingBut my ting's beatingThe baddies wanna GMe and the Palsy and she leakingFor you, she kinda decentBut for me, she wanna threesomeI swear I never criedMaking straight drop fiveCan't believe I came homeAnd hype's ain't by my sideWhat a time to be aliveThey're merely backhaulingLitty, I was really outsideHad to pay a young priceAin't nothing to a G, manFree up all the guysAnd death to all the ratsWhen I was in the canFirst I heard I got crashedThen I heard I got splashedThese times I left out the JLast without a scratchAnd now the boy backBack like GucciThis straight drop crackLike that * that had PookieMy trap's new JackWhy you think they call me Muley?Muley