(Verse: Hi-Rez)
Talk sh**, get smacked with a back hand
And the rap game sell a n***a crack game
Got the a** and the cash and the whips
And it’s fast while we move, it’s gone in the fast lane
Flip slow cuz it’s like movin’ fast base
Neva gave a f** that you had a bad day
Get yo stacks up, you’d betta neva pa** up
On any opportunity to get yo f**in’ cash straight
It’s a jungle and everybody tryna eat
With this batch, I’m a muthaf**in’ lime bee
When I see you in the streets right behind me
There ain’t a muthaf**a that’s the other hour me(?!)
Pissed off like I f**in’ ripped my skin off
Y’all on my nerves, so yo girls s** my dick off
If she a fan of the team, she’ll go pick off
I’mma get rich cuz I seen about a piss boy(?!)
First off, word hard to yo hustler
It’s just the pedal to the metal to the coaster
keep it movin’ through the struggles and the hard times
Even if a muthaf**a struggle like a lifetime
Run yo mouth and an edible will slice by
Don’t get it twisted, boy, I’m not a f**in’ nice guy
I need a second that I was able to write rhymes
I would die a f**in’ legend on the mic, like
Ain’t a muthaf**a know what I been goin’ through
If you got a f**in’ dream, have it close to you
When you grow up, everybody must say hello to you
Y’all know I’m the person to make her stay, but so are you(?!)
I don’t judge you, why the f** you judgin’ me
Move along, I ain’t givin’ y’all sh** to see
Hip-hop, me ya know the epidemy
People ain’t get a second meet
There ain’t no ghetto good on me, b**h
(Hook x2)
I’m with a female that look good
You know that she cook good
She all on my whip wood, I swear to God!
Every second is grind time
Getting bread like Einstein
Friends and enemies front line
I swear to God!
(Verse 2: Hi-Rez)
It’s gettin’ harder to breathe
I think I got a disease
I’m only at peace when I’m f**in’ these women
Or drinking, or when I’m asleep
I neva trust the police
We sippin’ on ’em mohi’s
You got yo hands out like we homies
But I do not know you and you don’t know me
sh**, I’m waking up and I’m gettin’ it
I can take a buck and then flip it
Into a million, ain’t f** yo opinion
You wastin’ yo breath cuz I ain’t f**in’ listenin’
I’m all alone in my room
Thinkin’ about all the sh** I’ve been through
I’m so stressed off and pissed off
Every time, but I s** it up for my crew
I do this sh** fo’ my fam
I’m puttin’ all my trust in God’s plans
Only reason I’m alive now is my fans
Money in my pocket so it’s sagging my pants
sh**, how I stock ’em John Taylors
My mind all in that paper
I load it up and I co*k it back
And I aim it right at ’em haters
And it’s just me and my thugs
Stuck in that house, stuck with my best(?!)
I wonder if d**h is the only way out
Worry bout my business, homie stay out it
Go bout yo mouth then I leave when you toss sh**
Mind all in a fog, feeling so lost
On my knees prayin to god(?)
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Cory Gunz)
Waddup! Batter up, line ’em up
Got a knife, f**in’ em and nine ’em up
Ain’t fatigued like a frog in a tree
And I pop quicker than a log hit yo knee
When you’re climbin’ up, don’t bug
Get the wrong one, n***a pull pall with a long gun
Push your eyes, I’m a strong son
You want beef if you gon’ run
Don’t speak if you gon’
Go tweet and you all done
(Verse 4: Cory Gunz)
p**y n***a! You ain’t know my type a ton
I’mma give all my life to rhyme
I give all y’all hype the mind
Gon’ be ‘live until I k** ’em all
Nice try, you can’t f** with mine
If the rhymes hit, I’ll support you
You need to find a label
The wizard did, and a horse shoe
And a b**h that won’t divorce you
When she find ‘the’ n***a, she lost you
Ew! Double way
Still long for my on days
Four cars, four chains
Four arms like Goro
Remember when I hit four Glocks on the 4th
Had that sh** four cops and a fort train
Admiral, more birds in the basket than a Hawk game
Ten beef and I mean hand gun beef
Beat a n***a outta sweatsuit from ____(?)
I don’t think bout sh** when I speak
Neither do I seek to impress you when I’m recording
I just wanna put my daughters through school
Get in a sweatsuit for my ____(?)
I remember when I used to whipmen
Bought it for myself, I ain’t even had a whip man
Bottom line, crazy or professor?
We taught the teacher, that’s why when I talk, man
I don’t feel no pressure
(Hook)