Yeah man, it was kinda hard out here Living this life, tryna make it Tryna do something for your family And it's all about the money It's all about the fame, yeah And farmhose is money It's all about the art Peter from the new whip, Yosemite Pull out the hammers, these niggas ain't getting me I heard they was fetting me In the kitchen, whipping the amphetamine Lost all profits, I'm on a mission Target this beat that I'm killing When niggas lose all hope Music, the money, the clothes And the blue dot Never had nothing to one shot See me ride around in the new whip Fully loaded, all new bitch Yeah, yeah Sticks and stones gon' break his bones But the Uzi gon' leave him chopped up Call me Sosa when I hit your spot up Kill him with a carry, get a nigga shot up Chains got snatched, got her nigga caught up Pull out the Uzi the way we brought up Kill all the witnesses, never saw us Losing my mind cause the deeper I fall Anger so bad that I won't lose the war Creep up on me then you gon' lose your life Move to the left and then shoot to the right Stroke with my blood then you done lost your mind Peter from the new whip, Yosemite Pull out the hammers, these niggas ain't getting me I heard they was fetting me In the kitchen, whipping the amphetamine Lost all profits, I'm on a mission Target this beat that I'm killing When niggas lose all hope Music, the money, the clothes And the blue dot Never gon' change, everybody see the wave And you only got one shot Gotta go and get the pay, looking at me high swag Never went against the grain, nah nah Coming up from the depths, they'll sneak in like a shark Take a chunk of your heart, leave you body missing See your fans on the news crying, I ain't missing All it was was the bread that you bar missing I can't really give a *** cause I'm winning Rapping to art, I'm Picasso with the ink Brushes, rolling up the loud when I think If you ain't using your mind, you in the ground Rest in peace, huh Peter from the new whip, Yosemite Pull out the hammers, these niggas ain't getting me I heard they was fetting me In the kitchen, whipping the amphetamine Lost all profits, I'm on a mission Talking this beat that I'm killing When niggas lose all hope Music, the money, the clothes And the blue dot Yeah Tristate I try to tell you every time Don V V V Wow V V V V