Good part about it is that we get to show the human side of the cops doing what they do 'cause there's always [?] that cops are just [?]... Good and the bad. Just like I believe that gangbangers on the street are good and bad. Like police officers. They got stress, they got character flaws that come from their lifestyles. I could be the best actor anybody ever seen given the chance, the opportunity, and the experience [?] Money all in my vision Bitches all in my hit-list Got these bitches up on my dick All these bitches up on that bitch shit All these bitches got me fucked up All these bitches tryna get quick, quick All these bitches tryna get it quick But your boy just tryna get rich Hunnids on hunnids, I'm blowin' it all on myself, I love Paper on me, got your baby on me Yeah, I'm gettin' mad dubs Livin' lavish, I ain't ever pass it when they give me that blunt 1990s when I bump and I roll down your street sayin' "Fuck" Gotta keep that weapon tucked if they start to bring them [?] Dudes I grew up with don't fuck with me 'cause I'm gettin' checks Dudes I grew up with say they family but ain't correct Dudes I grew up with hate up on me 'cause I do it best Bitch, you a pussy, that's why I be countin' up All by myself while you doubt it 'cause You got a problem with me 'cause I'm 'bout it, bruh Stick to the bags of the powder but I'm smokin' up on that sack of the sour Hours upon hours All of these [?] so happy they found us Now these hoes tryna clown us Bitch, get from 'round us My bud smellin' like some flowers Your bud smellin' like some trousers Ass in your blunt while I'm smokin' on power While I step on these cowards With my Vans, goddamn, I crush 'em like powder [?] like I'm Bowser Bitch, get from 'round us Here the pressure surround us (Yuh) But I'm on my grind like I'm Tony Hawk Wrote out these [?] 'cause I work a lot faster I stay on that shit trying to get my cash up But you don't know what it's like to be like us [?] don't got guns 'cause I prolly would bust given the opportunity Stress be consuming me They sayin' "Who is he?" Bitch, it's Yung Rust (Yung Death!) Yung Death, the killer that swing at yo' neck Death Mane gonna kill if you fuck with the set Ain't tellin' no lies, bitch you can go check Been workin' so hard you'd think I was a vet I'm coming up quick, people tell me I'm next Bitch, I'm goin' up 'til I've lost my whole set I'm jettin' on strangers so you cannot flex Go hard but I never bust back Bitch [?] so sorry if I brag No, pussy, I don't give a fuck, got it from my daddy If ever given the torch I'd turn that shit to ashes, that's real Make yo' set for some mo'fuckin' money I go onstage and they gimme that money I don't do it for you, bitch, I just do it for the loot Don't me or my crew wanna fuck witchu and that's real I do this shit to get myself out of this wasteland I do this shit so I can get away from hate and All these pussies tryna act like I'm something I ain't I'm chillin', maxing out and smokin' weed and getting paid, man