I'm the one who tried to make a wave when we was strugglin'
I remember rain, sled in snow, I was hustlin'
Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government
Glock in this Louis pouch, n***a, I ain't tusslin'
Catfish, he don't really know who he fu*kin' with
Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebu*tal it
Had the undertaker at your tomb, stone shovelin'
Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint
Made it out the field with some ni**as I was thuggin' with
We'll send some shots through they crowd while they huddlin'
I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussing it
Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls Royce Cullinan
Old b*tches trippin', cut her off like Backwood
Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood
Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods
Walk down on 'em, make sure you get clapped good
I feel like the man of the hour (I do)
This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power
He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward
Go lookin' for him every hour
I .. tower (I do)
She su*kin' my d**k out the shower
Tell her, “Be quiet,” she told me, “F**k me even louder”
Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)
All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)
Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)
You see the police and we speed up
Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)
Uh, yeah, they tryna find us
But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)
She wanna chill with me and all my ni**as (She do)
She get extra freaky off the liquor
She told us that she got a man (What?)
So we extra sneaky when I'm with her
She a lil' bad broad, she wanna go mad far
Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car
Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same
Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain
Tryna go on like a vet in the game, put respect on my name
No security, I flex with the gang, I'm a real one
Reminiscin' about all of my decisions
And based on the way I was livin', I was runnin' through the phantom
Couple ni**as disrespect, and we done killed them
Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one
Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns
N***a talkin' like he know me, he my real son
Rap beef, f**k the the cap, I'ma drill some
Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin'
Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
Headshot, a life long sentence what you need for them to label you a real oneee