[Verse 1: Creative Gold] All I care about is my gang & my city We the committee Flier than seagulls over the ocean I know you feel me Fake n***as around me That's why I'm always on 50 b**hes tryna trap me Dammit these hoes are trippy Doing 60 in a 55, 65 imported Candy paint on the chevy Engine heavy, ride is gorgeous Riding round in my city Minute maid in my henny Trunk holding the semi Dufflebag imported from Fendi Never thought I'd see the day We would part our separate ways All the memories of us When I think I just see haze Things happen for a reason Guess we weren't meant to be I can't help but think That baby you hold a part of me Was my heart Now it's money, s**, & d** Till I die Still apologize, for the nights I dampened your eyes Never thought that I would hurt you Never thought I be this violent Right all I need is some peace Along with a little silence