Mother working 2 jobs
Her oldest boy a trapper
She knew I'll be a dog
She never knew I'll be a slapper
I went jail I had to rob
They running through my grandmas
Feds backing out machines on me
Slapped your boy in handcuff
schooling Niggas
In this game
I use to be a tutor
ditto with the work
They know I be the distributor
I'm really hands off
I don't even tie my shoe laces
I don't care where u leave it
Just don't leave it with your room mates
I Came a long way
sticking pictures with the toothpaste
Now my baby mumma
Tryna figure out the Due dates
I know she wana baby
But I slang em with the 4z
Ocb with the rizla
I dont burn em with the raws
Counting 50 and them scores
My dollars
Look a hundred
Place me somewhere on the atlas
& I Bet I bring backs numbers
You looking like food
mind
I'm rolling with them hunters
You crying bout 1 year
nice
they locked me up for summers
Got a pretty bitch driving
while I bees in the back
I ain't in a dues
Can't smoke my weed in the cab
Got a Big bag
An That's what bees In the bag
Old Bitch try flex on me
now she needing me back
I can put crack on the stove
spin em in a bowl
My young boy I call him reaper
He's tryna catch a soul
And you niggas busy hating
Reason why your looking broke
Your Mrs phoning for a fix
She keeps playing with her nose
My Niggas tell me that it's green
Then I Gota send a load
This Remap on this glee
Had it ripping up a road
God bless all the trap niggas
living what I wrote
God blessed all the trap niggas
He glittered me in gold
My Diamond got me froze
Feds want me to freeze
Designer head to toe
Rolly on our sleeve
Callys all I smoke
I'm moving like fen
I said I feel like I was dreaming
But this is not dream
I get it for the low
Paper in my jeans
They amateur we pro don't put them in my league
From the heart of the city
Where u Gota keep a piece
I'm from the heart of the city where this money never sleeps