Y'all don't know, I've been working on something special I'ma go in, 38, you heard? Lord Lord I used to hustle on the holiday, I liked that Go home and put the knot away, be right back Ain't shit changed, I just be in the stu Make a little change while I be in the booth This beat sound like Al Green, Barry and Luther I'ma carry the ruger, you gon' talk on the computers Engaged to the game, she married to the shooter If you're winning, keep spinning, don't go at it with the losers This is life changing shit Used to like weighing bricks, now my wife play my shit Got fans in the Kians, even out in Sweden They're believing what I'm speaking like "Fleezy, what he preaching?" Always did me, never need a reason And my eyes don't like, I can see it when I greet him Got me blacking on a 38 Spesh beat 50 cal, smack a pussy nigga into next week Yeah, we're still riding for our ancestors Fuck diamonds, plug line, need a gram tester Black widowmaker, that's a man stretcher Guns flying, thuns dying over hand gestures Lord