(Jdot) Many men wish death upon me I'm slidin' in this 'Cat with like two hundred on my D On my slime and shiesty ways, I got this shit from the streets I got some members who'll take your life away (Every day, make money and pray) Middle fingers to my opps, we slide and fuck 'em up Uh, ARPs, Glocks and Dracs, it ain't no tryin' us (Lil'-ass boy) Take that look up off your face, bitch, stop actin' tough (Stand over him) His blood got on my hands, that shit gave me a rush Many men, dollars in my vision, man, I can't see nothin' (Many men) 10 milli' left his shit swole like a fuckin' pumpkin (Many men) I'm a vet up on my team, I feel just like Tim Duncan Get the lo'-lo' to your kickback, we fuck up the function (Many men) Pull up to my bank and pull out fifty bands They wish death upon me Pull on your shit, throw out my Jeep Ain't goin' to jail, so it's time to high-speed (Please have some mercy for the G) We the type bail out, chase his bitch ass if he run You the type to pop out fresh as hell without a gun In that mode, lil' bitch, it's time to go on another run Your body done, you ain't got no crib, bitch, you a pretty bum I do this rap shit in my sleep, bitch, I'm just havin' fun Talkin' all that tough shit get you cracked, you better go get your gun We gon' kill you if you 4CH, them niggas all my sons Straight from Section 8, a project baby, bitch, I'm from the slums