(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) I wonder why your love is so toxic Four deep in the rental to give you this ten, came from a rock-head I watched Lil Joe roll up an opp soon as he got back They was talkin' until we pulled up, turned they block to library They beggin' for me to drop a tape, I'm sorry to my fans Fuck halftime, my youngins pull up for two bands Leaking my song, back to the booth, I gotta go ten times harder Missin' me and Dave smoking the Runtz, I'll never leave my warriors Condo downtown, project baby, still got hitters in it I'm myself, lot of these niggas camera roll, they gotta keep up image, yeah Wish I could talk to Ray Charles What you'd tell him? Lord, I'd tell that nigga how lucky he was He never seen his mama cry, oh-oh-oh, yeah He got murked jumpin' in them streets, he didn't look both ways Ride around with clippers, but we do not trim or fade Said her car was broke, so I sent her a Lyft 'cause she could not wait (Lift weight) Fentanyl I can hear them Roxys calling my name I can hear them try to slander my name I know it's some niggas that had me fooled like he was my dog I can't believe you, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' my cousin knocked off Eight thousand Cartiers, even my eyes got bread I run with hitters that gon' shoot 'til the shot clock dead I need the pain go, more weed Forgive me, I paid for a body I won't never kill my brother, that's somethin' I can't do That shit ain't gangster, I wanna hear you put an opp on the news Fuck a rap nigga, I eat 'em like cereal, some Froot Loops I care nothin' 'bout the material, even though it cost thirty blues I got some head from a cougar, that ho was thirty-two I wanna murder dude, I met Lil' Eddy A nigga died on a lick, he wasn't ready Lil Foreign died playing with a gun, the bullet hit his jaw Pockets on Biggie, my shows too packed just like Shakur Fentanyl I can hear them Roxys calling my name I can hear them try to slander my name I wonder why your love is so toxic Four deep in the rental to give you this ten, came from a rock-head I watched Lil Joe roll up an opp soon as he got back They was talkin' until we pulled up, turned they block to library They beggin' for me to drop a tape, I'm sorry to my fans (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) Fuck halftime, my youngins pull up for two bands Leaking my song, back to the booth, I gotta go ten times harder Missin' me and Dave smoking the Runtz, I'll never leave my warriors Condo downtown, project baby, still got hitters in it I'm myself, lot of these niggas camera roll, they gotta keep up image (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) I can hear them Roxys calling my name