[AR-AB]
The rich get rich while the poor get poorer
Me I went through a whole brick from a quarter
Standing on the corner, grind to the morning
Stay away from the broke n***as that be frauding
Made a transition, I'm so ambitious
That 550 came from hand to hand pitching
Listen, I put n***as in the pavement
My gun is a Giant that hit like Strahan
Yeah, so somebody better pay me or get your wig pushed back to the 80s
Cuz I don't follow rules, I fire tools
Have my food eat yours through a wire tool
I get bricks ordered, but for 6 quarters
I can get daughters drowned in dishwater
f** the rap game I'd rather break crack game
I seen friends get rich off the crack game
So I left school, opened up a safe
When Goon bought his truck he wasn't old enough to drink
Me and Nasche couldn't bring sh** to the table
One mop, brought two bricks to the table
I'm care free, I co*k back air-3
And make a n***a chest part like the red sea
You hear me? When AR need cash
I play ding dong ditch you with a ski mask
Love big guns with the clip even bigger
Post on the trap with a fifth for the liquor
Grey Goose vodka, lose ain't an option
n***a being broke I may lose my conscience
Cooking up c**a, hit it with the soda
Watch that coke flip like that sh**s bipolar
Me and Na older, so we got smarter
n***a had beef, got turnt to a martyr
Draw like an artist, terminate targets
Life is rough but this sh** get harder
I could have goons sitting in ya driveway
They fire K's have your car sitting sideways
Was a good kid till I hit 12
Wanted to be a doctor until I seen a brick sell
Change my perception, came to his destine
1,000 in 6s when the cane getting measured
f** if he dead when I bang with the Heckler
Shoot till his head and his neck get separate
Ab ain't waiting, I ain't got patience
k** his a** now no retaliation
n***as straight faking, change like the weather
I'ma keep it real till I'm laying up in heaven
Cuz [?] is the fam that I ride for, OBH is the squad that I die for