Uh, y'all know me, Top of the Red, nigga That beef ain't 'bout money, what's the reason then (what's the reason then)? Well, I'm all over it like seasoning, yo' shawty let me still holla (uhuh) I'm feeling like a thief in it There's nothing like the feeling when the pieces hit I did it with my Cleveland bitch (that's a fact) Had a couple pieces taped through in calves Sent her travelling through Dallas like she playing for the Mav's (go get that) Go get in the field, five days, I ain't taking a bath A hundred yams, me and Ham gon' break it in half (free Ham) That's what you call eating with fam You hearin' static call 'em up, never speak on the 'Gram (never do it) Niggas don't put in the work but steady reachin' they hand (fuck outta here) And when the feds raid 'em, same niggas speak on the stand, fuck (fuckin' rats) I ain't chattin' we knew the rules when we signed up A head shooter couple months before that time up (uhuh) Once I tighten my circle and step my grind up I'll be feeling like that chicken about to find us Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up Tighten up your circle step your grind up Uh, die behind the family over commas Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars Look, you got a plan, let me know it Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it I always been a man but I'm growin' (that's a fact) Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga Look, counting me out, some speak behind my back but (fuck outta here) They see me out and still reach to give me dap, look (sucka) Hit the nigga two times, he was wide open I get the fiends a hand-off, they run it back, bro (they run it back) They say my dope was their terror, no pun in that If you shoot first, I know that you know that we gunning back (just know that) This shit is fucked up, suckers be functioning with these raps (wow) He ain't tell on you so it's bool what the fuck is that, look (fuckin' rat) What happened to all the fucking integrity Niggas taking bags for celebrity (uhuh) I'm eating off a tree now, I'm living off a lamb like a Cherokee A nigga owe a dime, rock him, no Eric B I'm sending up a peace (peace) to the God, the beam heavenly You ain't even seen the garage (skrr) You want smoke? We on go, like leave it and drive It's to in y'all but I'm strapped, so let's even the odds, nigga Uh, nowhere to hide when your time up Tighten up your circle step your grind up Uh, die behind the family over commas Trippin' on they scam to get them dollars Look, you got a plan, let me know it Oh, you're for the fam? Nigga, show it I always been a man but I'm growin' Uh, soon as it touch my hands I'mma throw it, nigga