Be happy
Turn the
Volume up on yo' factory a** system
These n***as claimin' they k**as I've actually had victims, I've slaughtered
Call them trill but, they fathers think they had daughters
My mama think I'm an author
I'll prolly be a martyr
If I don't
Talk about cash
How all these hoes got all of that a**
Sippin' on that gin n' that juice and then party [?], you see [?] and them rollin' up gra**
Livin' so fast
This under 200 up on my dash
Foot on the gas
Movin' so quick
All of my people gone think I'm the sh**
What if I switch
What if I switched it on these n***as
Got a little different on these n***as
What if my drive was a little faster like a stick-shift on these n***as
They so twisted, oh these n***as
They just lie, so sadistic
Never simplistic
Out here dancin' for these crackers toss 'em a Triscuit
Then I switch it
Yo' people come up missin'
Coroner check ballistics
Ask me about a ad-lib, I told them I was gettin' lifted
AKA reading scripture
Know this world ain't no picnic
You trynna dipsh** you with' it, my n***a
Switch it, get with it my n***a
Raw papers twisted
The piff is spliffful, simplistic my n***a
That's how my life has been livin'
I mean get with it my n***a
Get with it my n***a
I hope you with it my n***a
If you can't hear it
Then
Turn the
Volume up on yo' factory a** system
These n***as claimin' they k**as I've actually had victims, I've slaughtered
Call them trill but, they fathers think they had daughters
My mama think I'm an author
I'll prolly be a martyr
I'll prolly end up a martyr [x2]
It's the Pursuit of HappyNess
Fool