60 on my sleeve, now I got it on my lap Bro just did a dime, he said he never going
back Ain't no limit to this paper and they love
me and the racks Suckers talking like they winning, they must
never check the stats I just tatted up my passport, I'm balling
out the country Lost so many loved ones, it be raining when
it's sunny I just spoke about my life and turn my pain
into some money We ain't clearing up no rumors or explaining
to these dummies Maybe mentally I'm fried cause I feel safer
when it's danger Kept acting like she knew me, had to change
her for a stranger Can't feed into the hatred, it be raising
up my anger See us in the club, just know we made it
and we're banging Know them letter people on us, I'm just waiting
on indictments Paying for the worst in case it happens,
should be frightening Two bitches at the same time, I do that
for excite Bro can't even get a passport, that child support
tripe Swap the rollies for the Audemars, bookings
down in Baltimore My youngest bloodthirsty, trying to eat,
I call him carnivore Marathon runner, felt like Nipsey when he
bought the store Marathon runner, felt like Nipsey when he
bought the store Introduce you to my truth and get acquainted
with my honesty Did it for my state like number four and
they ain't honor me Gotta drag my nuts cause they gon' front
if I act modest Real estate in every album, treat this music
like it's property 160 in the school, but my the red line
New Gen 5, I fuck around, make headlines Miley in my cup, I mix the alcohol
Tell them I'ma need the max, this is the way we ball
Blue strips, blue strips, I like blue strips New money, swap my old hoe for my new bitch
Gen 5s, 33s, we get ruthless Gen 5s, 33s, we get ruthless
Laugh now, go cry later, that shit made me pissed off
Go catch a smacker, cut my dreads off, go ball like Rick Ross
This burner got a turkey butt and make him jump like Kris Kross
Lil' bro go jump off red, down his face like Jigsaw
I was broke and I was bummy, they ain't give a fuck
Plenty times they had three dollars to get fries, but some would give it up
Go from that lil' Honda to a Bentley truck Big bro show me this lifestyle, what the fuck
I look like giving up Tell lil' bro to stop trippin' over bloodshed
They done got us started, we ain't finished to their blood
If they direct it, they ain't respect it, I ain't trippin' but we'll climb it
Money don't make you gangster, only listen to what thug said
Salute you if you stand on principles and morals
Last of a dying breather, rest in jail or in a saw, you lose everything you have
That gon' show you who really for you When you go through war, that shit mature you
160 in this coupe, I'm out the redline New Gen 5, I fuck around, make headlines
Miley in my cup, I mix alcohol Tell em I'ma need the max, that's just the way we ball
Blue strips, blue strips, I like blue strips New money, swap my old hoe for my new bitch
Gen 5s, 33s, we get ruthless Gen 5s, 33s, we get ruthless