Fuck it I’m back to the packs
All of them gats
Just part of their acts
Word to my dawg Vell just tell’em relax
Won’t ever relapse
No fitted no cap
I got off them percs cause I don’t like to scratch
They verses on hurt
They want me on they tracks
They send word through my homies
They know Ima tax
You don't know how to chase the bag bitch run some laps
Played the bench for so long
You can see where he sat
Niggas really my kids if we mentioning facts
They don't play in my face
They go behind my back
Oh you crazy as fuck thinking we ain't like that
Get to spinning like washing machines in high jacks
Just cause his homie told first
And he snitched down the line
Why you thinking that he ain't a rat
Like these niggas don't see what I see when I rap
I made me some racks off of Itunes
I don't know bout Mac and Devin
Cause the Devin I knew brought his Mac to high school
Mother fuckers been snaking way you before you and I knew
Damn how you let that surprise you
Just watch all the niggas behind you
Stay ten steps ahead of the shit that they blind to
You keep shots in your clip
But you lie to your bitch
I don't expect you to keep silent with pigs
I put out the cigs and flowered my biz
Bro we got whatever exotic and mids
Come with a check she gon run out her wig
I came without check they acknowledge the kid
Need a bank account just to get through how I live
But them banks can not do what my shoes boxes did
Live a thug life it finally got through to their head
Everybody like damn I thought Tupac was dead
The truth set you free that's what somebody said
Then them niggas took that and got out the feds
I don't fuck with y'all so that's how Ima play it
When its time to pop out them niggas be scared
They rather run to the coppers instead
Kicking game I need more room for my legs
He never knew shit
But he knew how to beg
This good as it gets
I ain't lying ask Greg
Lay up with who
That bitch might lay a egg
And right Nah I don't got enough space in my bed
All of my dawgs in that place hold ya head
Every chance that I get I go lace em with bread
I blew up out the blue got their faces all red
On my grind like I'm Najah
They hate how I shred
From a G to a mill
I'm just keeping it real
Bro I never thought I’ll be in the hills
I used to share all my sneakers with Will
Mom's kicking me out
I got caught stealing pills
Tighten your screws up
Bitch you know the drill
I don't gotta do much them dudes know I’m ill
They jacking the swag
I got too much to steal
They faking the ice
Niggas don't got no chill
Tell them I don't want a deal
Just a couple mill
Yes
And we upping the score on whoever
That's just how we feel
How I let them steal my nigga
I know this pain never gon heal
Fuck it I'm back in the field
With a gun big as me
And a new set of skills