Yeah, n***a made out of bedAnd hell, your n***a still in the trenchWhy you askin'? You ain't makin' no senseWhy you askin'? You know to stick withOn the real, I can show her magicShe got it on her mind, she wanna come trickAnd hell, now you can't follow me, broI can buy you anything, but my time's too expensiveJust let a n***a know if you think you want smokeJust to * with a n***a, don't do him too badJust run up on him, you be like what you wantThen after that set, you can hit him in the headN***a, I don't got a stylist, just rock what I wantI got one of two souls on my own white beltAnd you know I ain't forget the hoes runnin' the golfNow they see me on their phone like the way I put it onI'm lyin' if I say I won't *, and my gun ain't toughGet me mad if she * with a phoneIt's a brand new day, got a brand new cape, me a brand new jerseyGot a four-to-round on, it's dirty like Rodgers, chillI'm like, nah, * that, if my bro put him out, I'll be onGoin' bring me down to the station, start askin' me questionsCause a n***a wanna play like SonyaBe hangin' with a n***a, he ain't gotta die aloneHe tryna ride past you like down with he hoesThat's a big-ass gun, that's what a guy ain't onLike 10, 10, every cop, he onI'm talkin' bout a game, I be playin' call calls, do the wordsCause you know the state attorney like quoteHe say outside, we gon' put him in the gatesCause the outside's gone, like a horse called TrojanI count him, there's money and blood all on him, done *He tryna boo, but I'm all for the * *Where I had a whole neighborhood outsideI'm tryna figure out, who with all that ruckusI done broke hearts, if I get mine brokeBane still ain't broke, son, God keep trustin'I ain't tryna talk, don't be askin' who we do it forCause I'ma tell you what, do you for nothingYeah, a n***a made it out to bigAnd hell, yeah, n***a still in the trenchesWhy you askin'? You ain't makin' no senseWhy you askin'? You know to stick withOn the real, I can show her magicShe got it on her mind, she wanna come trickBut my time too expensiveJust let a n***a know, if you think you wanna smokeWhat's the * with a n***a, don't do him too badJust run up on him, he be like what you wantThen after that set, you can hit him in the headN***a, I don't got a stylist, just ride what I wantI got one of two souls on my old white beltAnd you know I ain't forget the hoes runnin' n***a offNow they see me on their phone like the way I put it onLike the way I put it onSupreme with some New York cologneAnd that might chase a n***a downIn fact, I'm known to bang it outGot racks inside to chase a countBut kids might get that paper outI make a n***a shut up, can't hit nothingBut I bet that Drake be loudStill on the block with my n***a, damn flow, you trippedYou signed, I don't give no *And everybody know I'll * some moreCan't tell what's tough, but they see it when I upYoung n***as in the cut and they all tryna clickGo ahead, get caught, finna bite that dustShe jump out on her, the n***a ain't longDon't feel no opponent, ain't nothing but a plusOld n***as did they thing, done seen some brainsYou don't wanna see a young n***a flashCause you really ain't got no mindGet your head out of townLet him ride in the chop at his backN***a, * what you did back thenWe'll smash your ass, n***a, I don't give a * about thatN***a, try that * and you heard what happenedSay you finna pull up, n***a, no, he capYeah, a n***a made it out of bedAnd hell, your n***a still in the trenchWhy you askin'? You ain't makin' no senseWhy you askin'? You know to stay withOn the real, I can show her madShe got it on her mind, she wanna come tripAnd hell, now you can't follow me aroundI can buy you anything, but my time too expensiveJust let a n***a know if you think you want smokeJust to * with a n***a, don't do him too badJust run up on him, he be like what you wantAnd after that set, you can hit him in the headN***a, I don't got a stylist, just rock what I wantI got one of two souls on my all-white beltAnd you know I ain't forget the hoes runnin' the golfNow they see me on the phone like the way I put it on