Can't find a way to leave the streets, from day to night, I kill my time off Dubba-AA flexin' Louie Bandz made another one D. Major, baby Ooh, by the Redeye Shawty dreamt it even though he a dead guy This is the sound Swerved past the block in that new Redeye I popped the Maybach, but I popped, and I jumped out with that chrome He crossed the line, now he a dead guy Jump out the Jag, up with the Mac like, "Pussy boy, I'm tryna see what you on" By the fact she put me last, I know shawty, you prouda Beat the track, won't never tell lies Ridin' around, she'll never beat to questions, so I stick by her side Can't even lie A gangsta bitch keep that same look in her eyes On the same corner where they sling iron, it's kinda hard for me to follow Go back and tie 'round the clip with a rod, late night we spinnin' I'ma live my life like I just might die tomorrow, word from the trenches One thing fo' sho', ain't know them soldiers well-taught (Glocks with extensions) Heart gettin' colder, I take a look up to God, I'm 'bout to sin Rolled up that doja in a cuban cigar, Promethazine my soda Opened the files, you made a statement, two pages, ripped out the folder They like, "Can you use [?]" Need a pot to cook up crack with no soul Hit it when the far stove overheated, Peezy made it jump over (Boom, boom, boom, bow) Late night we slide, dream 'bout the code of the killers Woopty-woop, dime over power, we drop tears in a river Question they ask is, "Who bust his dome?" Word, on the street, my lil' nigga Tryna find love out on the street corner, it get colder than [?]-trilla Swerved past the block in that new Redeye I popped the Maybach, but I popped, and I jumped out with that chrome He crossed the line, now he a dead guy Jump out the Jag, up with the Mac like, "Pussy boy, I'm tryna see what you on" By the fact she put me last, I know shawty, you prouda Beat the track, won't never tell lies Ridin' around, she'll never beat to questions, so I stick by her side Can't even lie A gangsta bitch keep that same look in her eyes On the same corner where they sling iron, it's kinda hard for me to follow Walked 'round that corner with that Glock in your hand, let 'em know what's what Nigga tried to kill Lul Timm, got shot in his hand, that's why we smokin', burnin' Screamin' that number that come right after ten, late night we screamin' murder Every nigga with me got more than a ten, that's in my fuckin' circle Way 'fore the fame, all my life, bitch we been bangin' C's Them people told me, "Shame on me," you tried to put the blame on me Two Michael Jordan, .223s Them niggas know we slang that heat Them boys out West don't want no beef I dropped a check that's six feet deep My left-hand-man, he doin' fed time He told me have that big four nickle with that pickle for the day he come home Ooh, it hurt me heart when I hit real love Who plot to bust lil' Leaky dome? One thing they know 'bout jump out gang, we tryna see what you want Swerved past the block in that new Redeye I popped the Maybach, but I popped, and I jumped out with that chrome He crossed the line, now he a dead guy Jump out the Jag, up with the Mac like, "Pussy boy, I'm tryna see what you on" By the fact she put me last, I know shawty, you prouda Beat the track, won't never tell lies Ridin' around, she'll never beat to questions, so I stick by her side Can't even lie A gangsta bitch keep that same look in her eyes On the same corner where they sling iron, it's kinda hard for me to follow That's the truth, you niggas told a lie This is the sound Next time y'all talk about me, y'all niggas tell 'em I really came from nothin' Can't find a way to leave the streets, from day to night, I kill my time off