On a mountain top, with a Glock in my hand, Like I did it all on my own
I was 17, out on the streets, I ain't have my Mom, but I had my pole
I done shit that you don't even know
Work on run that shit up
Oh yeah
Clocking them bodies
I got a lot of it
Toting them Glockies
I got a lot of sticks
Sticks
Sticks
Sticks
I sent a lot of hits
Hits
Hits
Hits
On top of the mountain
I got a K up on my hand cause they're gonna Slide on me
Yeah, told bro don't die on me
Yeah
On top of the mountain I'm plotting I'm saving The ammo, cause I'ma hop out like Rambo
They tryna kill me, I'ma on slimehill Mountain
No one make it back, cause I said no
Mountain top got Glock's in Honolulu
Its taking a lot not to shoot you, but I could of Moved you
They only wanna fuck me
Call me for my money
Call me for my green
Leave your ass unseen
I've been chasing money
Swear to God that's all I see
Yeah
I pray to God to make a win
I don't want no text, no more call in my phone
Niggas tryna kill me, they won't call me for the Thrown
Know you wanna fuck with me, I only wanna Know
Gotta keep it blicky, put a switchie on the Chrome
Seeing that you with me, but you not feel Alone
I don't wanna die, but sometimes I feel like a Ghost
I got a lot of it
I got a lot of it