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