I can know I'm runnin' late, I still won't check the time Trenches days, my stomach used to ache just so my neck could shine Hit her DM, she say, "Fly me out," I told her, "Never mind" Reason I can fuck his bitch, I told her better lies We was really servin' fentanyl, Kevin Federline Swear to God I miss my dogs, if I could press rewind I'm like LeBron, when I ball, I'm in a better prime I'm out here in the field, standin' tall, shots from his weapons flyin' (808 Mafia, bitch) What's your gang? Throw up your flag, 40 bang, we on your ass Shoppin' spree all through Rodeo, spent 10K just on one tag Foenem steppin' in designer, 'Miri jeans, Chrome Heart match Hot shit crease his top like liners, play with me, it's gon' go bad Just a rich gangster, technically ain't make it out the streets Went through phases in this passion, think I finally reached my peak Stool-pigeon-ass nigga, red beam tear off his beat We'll put this shit right in your face, backdoors for when you sneak Take vacations with my bae, when I love her, she a freak I'm a stand-up-ass nigga, stick my chest out when I speak Off them Perkies, he keep tryna tweak, he gon' slide for weeks Fuck a mop, we bring them thirties out and, bitch, we tryna sweep Painkillers like Excedrin, I'm high off medicine If it's war, then, bitch, you better spin, we Chiraq veterans Catch him with this bitch, this nina hit his ho like lesbians Like don't do that again, if 12 knockin', we won't let 'em in, huh