[Verse 1: Berner]
It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately
Bunch of grown a** men, little crybabies
They wanna live like me, with their hands out
But ain't sh** free
I started with a half ounce
I worked miracles with that bag
I seen k**ers turn snitch, when sh** go bad
I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad
So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants
We was right in Wyoming, about to pa** Cheyenne
Two unmarked cars on our a**
sh**'s crazy, real d-boy stories
I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days
[Verse 2:B-Real]
Since we tell stories true homie
On some sh** you never knew homie
Momma was a trap star
South bay flipping bricks from fast cars
You see it in my genetics
From me to go out and get it
Being broke is pathetic
In the hole with no credit
That don't forget it so that i never go back
Scared of the dark im stacking these packs
Keep them as its elevated
On the lemonade and key lime sub line
Still so f**ing faded
Almost forgot the last 3 lines
[Verse 3: Devin the Dude]