Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me when I was down bad Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm up nigga Ain't got shit for you lil bitch Finna go and put a brick on my wrist Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga? I'ma pull up with bands my nigga Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers Give fuck 'bout your partner You talkin' that shit, I pull up with my shottas I been in the streets ever since I was young nigga I grew up influenced by guns, I thought it was fun nigga Don't come to me talkin' 'bout you broke but you better go sit at the pond nigga Shit, motherfuckers wasn't fuckin' with me when I was down bad Now motherfuckers wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm up nigga Ain't got shit for you lil bitch Finna go and put a brick on my wrist Got a thirty in my clip lil bitch Shoot a hundred out the stick lil bitch What the fuck is you sayin' my nigga? I'ma pull up with bands my nigga Got a whole lot of choppers on choppers Give fuck 'bout your partner You talkin' that shit, I pull up with my shottas I swear they don't play K dick, hundred round drum, put the beam on your face Swear they gon' spray MAC-10 to the Glock-10, got an FN I keep one in I remember trapping at the Candler Inn Selling point eight tryna get ten I'm on Front Street tryna get in Tryna push up in an S6 Benz Never ever will I settle for less I been flood the bezel now I flooded my chest Scrape the bowl when I'm grippin' the TEC You be dead when I'm whippin' the 'Vette lil nigga Mixin' up the medicine Hello, yeah Where you at lil bro? Shit I just pulled, up on my folks Can you dig, I got all that, hell yeah Say less, I'm finna pull up at the apartment right now I'm doin' the dash, finna get off on Collins Same ticket I ain't droppin' no numbers Saran wrap it, they can get the whole bundle I'm bustin' they brain 'cause they come from the country Fifty bands, nigga all blue hundreds Minivan, slide the door and they gunning (Mhm, nigga already know how we comin' anyways) No back and forth, these niggas know how we comin' Them thirty rounds and them clips hold a hundred I hustled hard 'cause I come up from nothin' Bein' broke, it made me sick to my stomach And you ain't gotta settle for less I been through it all but I'm blessed (Young nigga seen it all man, I seen the ups, I seen the downs) The same shit make you lie, make you cry Niggas envy, gotta stay wih that fire When you're in the street, nigga do or you die When you talk to him look that man in his eye And I got some niggas doin' hard time The judge, they fried him, damn And I got some real niggas in the dirt They dead and they gone, it ain't no rewinding Rest in peace, on some real niggas Blessed as a motherfucker man You know, Lil Quill You know we got a lot of shit on our plates now Lot of shit goin' on But ain't too much we can't handle, yeah