My man got rich doin' state time Didn't waste time, had 'em sniffin' like K9's In the day room, all he did was watch dateline Then heard through the grapevine, some cats wanna shank slime Audi A8, can't wait for that A9 Rolly day-date, gold pearl and the face wind When it come to bars, y'all sing like a Drake line I don't need it hard, when you bring, don't break mine Royal blue 'vette, white seats with blue heff's Tangerine rims, bent brim on that new Mets Make the work slim, go in on that two-step Three necklace on crew necks I'm reckless like who next? Yes Soon as we do flex, they can't wait Weed farms, we eatin' off grass like plant-based 'Bout to hear more bloodshed than Cam'/Mase Line of crackheads is what I call a fan-base Omi on my back, beggin' me for the fam rate Crooked but stayin' straight, since you and your mans fake Y'all just get the nod, word to God, no handshakes Put a strong stop to you niggas like lam' brakes I don't have a bit of that in me, I can't hate Type to don't owe none, I look up to no one Before a dude grow, under the wing put my own son Then put my dude right under the big 4 and 0 one The shogun Mo' money mo' problems, rather the rich ones though Being jealous and envious is a sickness so Those that couldn't be taught, I left back, watched my curriculum show Millions of dollars, yeah, find all my fingerprints on those Homie get ya seein', another birthday's a bonus nigga No need for sympathy, you can take your condolence wit' ya Problems will squeeze your life out ya, karma's a bonkers trip That shit if it woulda came, would you recognize when the moment hit ya? Rubber bands on dead people, for purple pan bricks We picked the armor depending on what the circumstance is Allergic to campus, my bitch do diamond and Birkin dances I birthed all of your mans's, baby burps and pampers Uh, desert E on the lips of hypocrites Touchin' down in 6's like I missed my kicks Feather ruffler, shake down the families and witnesses Never forget a number, I specialize in arithmetic Uh, I'm like a belt collector, wit for whip Bar for bar, realist nigga you'd sneak a picture with Mutant when you see us, my son is a baby genius Ever since a teen, it was visions of navy beamers Niggas talkin' reckless, but did a 180, seen us You know us for bringin' the steel in arenas like arenas Take the smallest torch to the tomb, I'm an extremist Rub me wrong, revenge is comin' full steam, my guillotine wish Have evil stay the fuck from my eulogy Cut the tail off you rat niggas for animal cruelty No bail money and murders was a good afternoon for me The nightmares come usually, I grew up on Krueger street These flip floppers will throw shit on your name without losin' sleep Don't bring no kamikaze, can't surround me, there's too much heat Sometimes you gotta lose yourself when zonin', the music's deep Ain't no free rides to winnin' nigga, learn how to use your feet Don't trust nobody, I ain't showin' love to anyone Take it or leave it, this the realist song I ever sung It ain't a game here, anywhere I go a weapon's brung The neighbourhood's a battleground, watch where you steppin' son Go out and get it, if you waitin', it'll never come You gotta live life to the fullest, ain't no second one The hood'll take it from you, in a New York second son There ain't a book on this, the fuck you want acceptance from?