My n***as out here
On the block lurkin'
Out here vibin AM flow, hear the birds chirpin
Glock 40 [?]
Out here tryna make it
So you know i gotta murk sh**
Broski told me get em
I can't hold back
In traffic with Big Swirl
Tryna count a couple stacks
I state known facts
I ain't gotta rap, sit back wit dem d block boys get this money in the trap
Them Steve Drive boys clap
Run up its a wrap
Grandad died, after that no holdin back
I gotta see some racks
f** it, millions due[?]
Cause i dont feed my own self
I give my team some food
My n***as told me k** sh**, thats why i drill sh**
L'a in the cut, with 40 with his outfit
Run up it get tragic
They know it get tragic
Rondo ride an aston
Its goin with no basket
They better ask man
I gotta task man
To make it for my n***as, otf, like last debt[?]
So i just money hunt
Smokin on some f**in skunk
Let this 40 k** this n***a, like it wasn't f**in nothin
See man this just the intro for you f** n***as man
Free all the guys man, i dont f** around man
Free drose man, numba 9 man, otf man
Rip baldy, rip d thang, rip lil steve man you know how we rockin man
f** da opps man, CPDK, Turn up 2k13 man, free all my hittas man... bow!