All that tryna blow up quick gon' get your ass retired All that clout chasing got me wondering if you wired Whatever you sellin', real niggas ain't buyin' Hate that I'm a felon in this Lamborghini flyin' Hate that I'm a felon in this Lamborghini flyin' Shout out to my niggas in the hood, we ain't dyin' Got a lot of generals around me, let me through They said I'm a criminal, I'm back on my grove I got nothin' to prove, I lay down the rules I lack all my feelings, tryna hold on to my troopers Learn from my mistakes, had the urge, did the race Kept it burning on the waist, with the thirty on it hangin' Niggas ain't learnin', take the track and evade it, rate it Caught you in the act when you waited, faded I had troubles with the neighbors, they just called up 12 Money out in Vegas, gave it all to bail Runnin' out of paper, can't you call it farewell, ayy God gave me life, shout out my civil rights With all these eyes on my ice, can't live a simple life You twin nines on the mic, I'm choppers with the knife You live a lie, you in the night, you don't be feelin' right I move the ceiling like curtains, swervin', ho don't be a burden Hear what niggas say then reword it Why you never let a snitch dictate the verdict RJ never love a bitch, that's for certain Sweeter on me, backwoods, all them motherfuckers honey bourbon Or they might be dutches, not the black ink version Top shelf musty, I can tax a weed service Must be or custy, trust me, we chunky Chubby, jeans lumpy, comfy, weed money Blood me, if she bleed for me she lucky It's ugly, no free beat, fuck me, the fee monthly Banana clips with them drumskis, shootin' shit like a junkie From Jump Street, 21, I couldn't find a bitch to love me, I built me one When fall off, I had the bungee, back into some' We in them streets goin' nutty 'til that feeling come Shout out my little ones Middle child, oldest son, missed the child, open lunch Mr. Brown, what you want? break a pound down in blunts Like a nigga rather hustle then to owe you one They don't understand the struggle 'til the Rollie come Freeze the watch, call it snow in the bluff These times is cold enough, we rollin' up in the club My lines punch like a DP We chasin' dreams while we up, nigga Meek free But raise your hand if you ever been down before Tap your neighbor, tell him you is my family bro It's more us than them, it's more us than them It's more us than them I done fell into a felony with fraudlent forensics Turned into a melody and served it off the benches Brand new bitches, I'm the same old chemist Whip it with convictions, gettin' brains, no limits In that same old Plymouth with that Maino image Bruised and scarred up but still it ain't no blemish I'ma take off first and fuck everything next I just dumped off vert and turned down your execs I strong armed flirt, that's how I get to know death I been dancing with my demons, I ain't missed one step Fuck your fledged flex, you a faker, you a fraud You too worried 'bout your image, you remind me of a broad We just get it from abroad and remix it without flaws Screamin' fuck them all, I just want to stack it all Slavery in the law, only way to win is ball So all is we do is ball, like a Ball I ball Nigga Lonzo or Gelo, Margiel-o yellow Okay I see 'em, spot the shooters like Melo Started with a pebble, went Barney Rebel My future lookin' ASAP, I'm on a new level Niggas lookin' up to me, I'm lookin' for a shovel Bury competition in the mission with the barrel Nigga I been down before, nigga I been humbled I done moved house to house with everything in the shuttle Raise your hand if you ever been down before I pray my niggas, they let all of my family know Raise your hand if you ever been down before Pray my niggas, they let all of my family know More us than them, it's more us than them It's more us than them