[Intro] Aye TM [Verse] All them dawgs that watch yo’ moves you gotta play ’em close All them drugs stacked in one crib, that’s what get raided most I know one ni**a who love to kill but he get faded first You say Nuski name in vain, that’s who gon’ get it worst Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first I had them hoes in my DM when I had a Nicki verse I’ll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get ’em first You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus Quiet as kept, that door still opеn And my ni**as on what I’m on and I don’t feel bogus My mind eighty percent in thе streets and I’m still focused Who gave me hope when I need it? ‘Nine and .22, gave the streets what they want, got ’em thinking that they beefing Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus Told him he the only one get a pass, that ni**a believed us How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and sh*t How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and sh*t Letter to the opps, y’all ni**as tricking on y’all lives and sh*t Big teeth and end up in the casket, make ’em slide again Went in for another bond but he got denied again Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it’s my pride again Every time a ni**a died, they’ll blame my side again And every b*tch I fu*k, I tell her bring her side of friends Love me or hate me, b*tches say I’m crazy, they don’t wanna date me, oh Love me or hate me, I ain’t grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh I was finger fu*king pistols ‘fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fu*k these b*tches, oh I’m regretting how I was raised, all my ni**as went to jail, I had to fu*k with different ni**as, woah fu*king fancy b*tches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie ho When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that’s how they do me now [Outro] When I be saying I’m the voice, I don’t be tryna like Tryna run ni**as or tell ’em what to do or nothing like that I just feel that the streets’ll listen to me And I’m saying that sh*t different, you know