I got no more left to say, I mix codeine with the pain
Every day is not the same, without my bros that's been away
I sent out like 50k to all my niggas that's in jail
Marlow brought the burner out, got teeth on him that won't decay
Remember my first Gucci belt, Italian linen everyday
Didn't know what Louis were, couldn't build Rome in a day
She just wants the newest purse, broski wants a dinner plate
I don't even want the love, I'm getting used to all the hate
Put on LV shoes like I skate, RS Q3 or the 8
I got bad bitches from south, I'm with the shooters from L8
We making moves and stay up late, cause I'm still choosing to get paid
Had to cut my homie off, bro maneuvering like a snake
I'm tired of this talking, can't fit this rubber band in this stack I had to force it
Trying to turn these dingers into Cullinans and Porsches
Broski gonna shoot you first, cause we ain't into that bullshit
Hate when bitches stay too long, can't wait for her to leave
Flexing on her insta with that shit she got from me
So much expectations, every time I supersede
Bro got segregated, cause he smoked man on the threes
All the things we never had, now we have what we don't need
I tell hoes to suck me first, even hoes deserve to eat
I might spend a monkey first, to test the waters when it's deep
I can love you till it hurts, but ain't hard for me to leave
Nought to 60 in this Urus, let's go on the count of 3
Always seen these bridges burn, but it's never cause of me
Go legit let's go to work, but niggas rather pick the streets
I lost way too many brothers, why do you think we hate police
Broski loves to sell some dope, he gets a dopamine release
