What's happenin', Chi Chi I got more problems now than I had when I was broke (Yeah) Gotta cross the street, what you mean you jumped up off the porch Witness close family members get hooked on the dope I'm right back in that box with my back on the road I didn't get drafted but I spent ten thousand on a coat Spent five thousand on her ass, I'm just being honest, I ain't tryna brag I thought that with me blowing up, was gon' help me find my dad Turned the Cadillac to a Tesla, I wouldn't dare to stop to get gas Put two hands on my steering wheel, they praying a nigga crash I could do bad on my own, what I need them for? Fuck her then I fall back, just like September I know niggas who can't call back, she gon' let me film her Money bring problems, fuck it, I'm ready to solve 'em Pay the bitch to get a gun license, bring back me a revolver My momma say she don't like it when I ride around with choppers I told her she can't get another son, but I can get a lawyer Couple chains rose gold like I dipped 'em in flowers Really from the hood, my hype man really is a robber If she was solid when you was cheating, she was cheatin' too Why you wanna take some off my plate when I was feeding you I watched dopeboys turn to kingpins, I watched hellcats turn to demons I flew her out for a weekend, [?] playin' defense Gotta murk three of them, talking revenge I don't feel safe if he breathing It ain't safe for them either, if they steal the home base It wasn't meant for Ty to die, he was in the wrong place He a target and we pray we hit it, like we was on a long date Make sure yo' phone straight He done ran out of hideouts Doing fed time so if you catch him, he gon' go to lockup Got a hood bitch, she don't want for nothing, she sell her own products Couple niggas stayed down and a couple niggas left without us Wish I could've told Joe, "Don't hit that lick", it was gon' be sour Dirty money, still spin, I bring it with me in the shower We gon' catch you lacking, I ain't tryna go and shoot they spot up Thinkin' 'bout Dave, I still ain't forgave myself We stopped in New York, we ain't have a gun, I bought a blade from a knife store Social media, you niggas really tryna die over internet posts If you is, that's cool with me It ain't no rules with me It ain't no rules at all, I'm lyin', if you tell, you lose it all Section 8, three to the bed, sometimes we couldn't move at all Knockin' at the door, love don't live here no more, got evicted, had to go Dracos and some Glocks, I brung 'em with me at the show How long will they mourn me? I'm missing al my homies (Yeah) My heart vacant, I wish they wouldn't abandonded me (Yeah) Lately, I ain't been talkin' to family (Yeah) For the ones I love, I give 'em distance (Yeah) Fifty racks, I made that this week (Yeah) Where I'm from, watch your brother, that shit get this deep (Yeah) I can't trust no woman on this earth, don't blame me, I'm sorry 'Cause I fuck niggas bitches that I thought was loyal Hunnid K to the side, ain't for if I go broke, that's for my lawyer What's happenin' Chi Chi