Feds on my six wanting me to do a six
I'll be on the strip tryna Jugg these bricks
Or ill be on the bricks supplying to the strip
Or ill be in the flats going up a lift
I'll be on the roads surrounded by snitches
We've got loud packs so weve got b**hes
My b**hes will set you up and leave you in ditches
There witches these snitches deserve stiches
f** feds they all up in my wishlist
f** you if you ever dissed this
Ive got the presents everyday like f**ing Christmas
The loud will have you in the clouds bloody missing
The snakes ain't hissing they like "wa**up bro"
Come to the studio or smoke on some kroe
How about no I'm out for the dough
Feds on my case so i gotta lay low
High out my face feel like a pavelow
Feltzyy s**s at rapping if you say so
How can you hate if you dont make doe
How can you relate if you ain't road
Its cold use to chill on the box
Risking my freedom dodging the box
Tryna stay alive and not in a box
Tryna get money by moving this box
Money always calling i love all these shots
Some from the other side some from the blocks
Some moving booky and some moving hot
So ive got my pokey bit you can get shot
Its real no the drill when your out in the fields
Everybody tryna eat so we chasing a mill
Or a meal certain man get the feel
The struggle the pain and then the heal
Life's like a hill or a Ferris wheel
Up and down the roads i ain't got no wheels
Turning 23 do i need to write my will
I dont wanna be dead and turn out like will