[Intro] Ayy I try my hardest to keep back the pain, it just came my way I gotta get back what I lost (Home run for Sosa) Ayy, yeah [Pre-Chorus] You done spent fifty with the plug on the box, ain't that no way to pay the bills You done gambled all your money, super low on funds, nothing in the safe for real Nine out of ten homies really not your friend, watch how the fake reveal You gotta watch the ones always money hungry, 'cause them the same lil' ones they'll pay to kill you [Chorus] My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't got no time for them people, that mеan for everybody No time for all that crying and griеving 'cause I need every dollar I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching [Verse] Too many ni**as and b*tches be hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it's good for my health, ayy I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy I really fu*ked over five hundred b*tches and I think it's all 'cause my wealth Night he be kicking the doors in the trenches, you would think that he got a black belt, ayy I had a show all the way out in Memphis when they told me Kiko got killed, ayy This ain't no time for these hoes, fu*k these b*tches, I gotta go run up the cheddar, ayy I just be sitting back minding my business 'cause all of these ni**as gon' change like the weather (Ayy, ayy, ayy) They telling me to explain how I'm feeling, so that's why I wrote 'em this letter, ayy They came around when I went to the ceiling, but when I was down, tell me where you was One thousand like one hundred, a million them birds of a feather gon' flock together Project asking why my ni**as be Crippin', you know that we post on the block together Put that boy in the box, dirt him with the shovel Got the city on lock, ain't nobody better, ayy I'm Rollin' 60, so I use a blue flag just to clean off my Beretta Tat my name on your titties, make me feel special Got my foot on they neck, I can't never let up Shawty claim that she love me and don't even know me I'm tryna figure out where I met her [Chorus] My phone on DND and airplane, I ain't got no time for them people, that mean for everybody No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching [Outro] I ain't gon' lie It be so much fake love in there, I don't be wanting no parts of it 'Cause then I be wanting to explain Like, how I feel to people, but then, sh*t, I just sit back and notice that Too many ni**as and b*tches be hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican, I think that it's good for my health, ayy I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches, don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy I really fu*ked over five hundred b*tches and I think it's all 'cause my wealth