42 Dugg - 4eva Us Neva Them Album Lyrics

"Facility
If you feel you're being victimized or extorted by this prisoner
Please contact 855-466-2832" (I, I)

I never forget where I came from
All my lil' niggas got my main number (to accept this call, press zero)
Call me if you need me (to refuse this call)
I miss Lou, I still miss Reese

Lately, been arguing too much with Drekk
Still tryna send some up to my people
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck neither
Shit done dropped, nigga I ain't got beef
Catch one, stretch one, whoever I see
I done put a couple hundred thou' in my Jeep
'Fore I let another bitch tell me talk cheap
I'll throw VS1s all on my teeth
Feds watchin' close, only reason it's peace
I'll still whack some', nigga, on me
Wildin' in a mask, can't even get pics
Reek, Nell or Ap still gotta call private
Next nigga screamin', "Doggy bone," ain't here
I'ma turn the whole Eastside to Coney Island
Post that bitch, them the hoes I missed
Lamb' got crashed but the Ghost got spinned
Cudi got gas but I'd rather sell bricks
I'd rather help a nigga out who losin'
Every time I touch down, nigga, it's a movie
Ten of us buffed down, here from the D
Scratch that all my niggas from the East
I just spent sixty-five-hundred on some seats
Doggy, that ain't shit to a nigga with three Ms
I done got tired of f*ckin' nigga's BMs
I don't wanna f*ck, baby, can we be friends?
She don't wanna be friends, "Doggy, can we f*ck?" Not us
Streets freed Lou, that's just my luck
Can't fall in love, gotta test my trust
My baby want a kid this year
Told her, "Let's live this year"
Shit got real, on the phone with the lawyer
F*ck around and got spoiled
Bring me one-fifty cash
I done had to jump all the way in my bag
Fastest blue thing on the street that's mine

I, I, I never forget where I came from
All my lil' niggas got my main number
Call me if you need me
I miss Lou, I still miss Reese

Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up

All of sudden, they wanna win wit us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah)
Dunk got like ten with 'em
F*ck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah)
I'm off a six pack
These niggas shootin' at randoms, they want some get back

To all you window shooters, I'm mista walk down
Cuz was slick with his tongue, but he can't talk now
Bitch I don't wanna talk now, f*ck how much it cost now
Still be throwin' 6s, free the 4, you know we off 5s (bitch)
I just bought the hood blicks, I'm back on my Dugg shit
F*ck a nigga bitch and try to switch, you know that bull shit
I be with the wolves, goblins (yeah), bulls (bitch)
Take a nigga money, cars, jewels
Still thuggin' with the hittas, this for all the killas
If I'm bein' honest, I feel like these niggas bitches
They weren't out here with us when we was out here drilling
They starting to see the chicken, now they all up in they feelings (f*ck on)
I'm yellin', "F*ck a nigga" (bitch), ain't never trust a nigga (no)
I missed a whole year and they still ain't f*ckin' with us (yeah)

All of sudden, they wanna win wit' us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah)
Dunk got like ten with 'em
F*ck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah)
I'm off a six pack
These niggas shootin' at randoms, they want some get back

Why you ain't slide for your mans who on that shit bag?
Why you ain't kill for them niggas who took that ten for you?
How y'all be braggin' on bitches you know I been f*ckin'?
This like my sixth summer, my neck cost six somethin'
Nah, we ain't stop for the hook, we had a brick on us
I know that bitch want us, you know this bitch on us
Can't wait to catch a nigga playin', I'm puttin' that stick on him
This for the 6, homie, I'm from the East, cuz
That bitch eat dick, homie, that's just for me, cuz
All of sudden, they wanna win wit' us
But ain't stand up in them trenches on all ten with us

All of sudden, they wanna win wit' us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockies or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah)
Dunk got like ten with 'em
F*ck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah)
I'm off a six pack
These niggas shootin' at randoms, they want some get back

We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (you ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like one-point-four (cash)
No keys, everything got codes (codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Me)

Young dog right here, don't play (don't play)
My niggas gon' go if I can't (go)
Lil' cuz' can't roll my pint (pint, two-twenty-zero)
That's how he lost his life
Still got M's on ice
Bitch, I still got Tim's on ice
Bitch the type of nigga put rims on strikers (doggy, where you been at?)
I been dodgin' my third indictment (yeah)
No more text, we kitin' (yeah)
Ayy, no more callin', we writin' (bitch)
I ain't got no pole, I'm fightin' (I'm fightin')
Can't even be me, they bitin'
Heard word on the street, she liked him (and?)
Couple days later, I f*cked her (what else?)
Couple days later, it's f*ck her (oh yeah)
Might send this shit to my bunkie (bitch)
Big carats on me, they chunky (yeah)
Black cherry APs, it's funky
Probably somewhere T'd with the junkies (sweet)
Tryin' to send my beans to the country (yeah)
Don't be mad at me, she f*ckin' (lame)
How you mad at me he f*cked her? (Yeah)
How you mad at me we f*cked her? (Huh?)
How you mad at me she f*ckin'? (Bitch)

We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (my bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like one-point-four
No keys, everything got codes
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Run that shit)

Walk in, Bottega my sneaks (walk through)
I'll step on your neck in some cleats (I will)
In the hood on the money or somethin' (in the trenches)
Plane New York for the rest of the week
I just left out Dubai with a half on me
For a week, I can live like a sheikh
She keep talkin' like she want some cash, money
When I f*ck her, I'm hittin' delete (delete that)
Delete that, ain't make the viewin' but went to the repass
I sent a shooter, but he couldn't be fast
Switch go brrt since he wanna be bad
Neck go brrt, and my wrist playin' freeze tag
I'm in Skyami where I wanna be at
I'm back outside, it's like I was in rehab
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad
If I don't post it, my haters won't be mad (ooh)
Woah, is it the 'Gram that's hurtin' your heart?
Lil' shawty a work of a art for real
Say that she wanted to swim with the sharks
I'm takin' her straight to St. Barts, for real
Say that she leavin' her nigga tomorrow
I told her, "That really ain't smart, trippin'"
I got a date with a rich ho tomorrow
And she tryna to rip me apart

We in them four-by-fours (fours)
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (let's go)
You ain't turnt 'til you been on that road (you ain't shit)
How you turnt? Y'all ain't even got phones
New house like one-point-four (cash)
No keys, everything got codes (codes)
Ain't no sucker, but I step for my bitch
Ask around if I let off my blick (ask around)
He was dissin', so I spun that bitch
Ask the East, "Who run that bitch?" (Me)

Still been on the road
Me and my fours, free my bros
Still been on the road
Tryin' to take care of my bros
Give my nigga a couple phones (ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)

God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my mans
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I could've been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober," I'm back lookin' for the red

Still checkin' my mail, what's up with lil' Quez?
Doggy keep goin', you the shit, on my kids
Wish I could come get you, a real nigga missed you
It is what it is, I just wish you would've listened
Stop f*ckin' with these niggas? Half of 'em snitches
Stop f*ckin' with these bitches? They in it for the chicken
Every time I try to kick it, I end up with a sentence
Goin' through it with Drekk, how we was just on that visit
F*ck 'em if they ain't with us, loyalty over feelings
Still be with the killers, holdin' it for the members
Finally, I'm the biggest
I said, "Finally, I'm the biggest"
Takin' these risks just to bring it home to my bitch
Break everything down on my kids, that's the only way to live for me
And I won't forget what you did for me

God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my mans
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I could have been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober," I'm back lookin' for the red

Just got off the phone with Jed, hope for another chance
Even through it all, you know where a nigga stand
Doggy went out sad, probably f*cked up his cash
Half these niggas mad, youngin got him a 'Cat
And just to keep it cordial, he would've brung that bitch back
How you ain't out here with us? Spazz know how I'm feelin'
Walkin' through the gate, you was supposed to come get me
You was supposed to come get me

God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my mans
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I could have been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober," I'm back lookin' for the red

God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my mans
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I could have been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober," I'm back lookin' for the red

God, I been down bad

Yeah
Yeah, we (cannot be f*cked with), can't be (ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)
Yeah, records

I say we can't be (f*cked with), not at shit (at all)
Like, bitch, my neck hurt
'Fore I come, I need that check first
'Fore I put them links on, I probably should stretch first
We be yellin', "F*ck 'em all" on TV
Me and Rylo and that 'N, bitch, we three deep
Ayy, I just spent a dime on some drank
Trick with a bitch who ain't a ten, bro, I can't
I'm gettin' more love from all the niggas used to hate us
Probably they seen how we acted out in Vegas
Probably they know I'll blow this bitch on papers
I'm extra, I might just bulletproof the Tesla (yes, sir)

We fly like Fourth of July, but my cup on Easter pink (frrt)
I ain't lockin' in with no nigga, I got too many infinity links (brrt)
Ain't buyin' no ho no Kelly bag before we f*ck, I don't care if you pop it, you dig?
Ho say that she spottin', ho, you ain't bleedin' out your mouth, you dig?
B.P. truck, you'll just be practicin' if you shoot this car, you dig (frrt)
Went and took her shoppin', next day I bought her more just like Lamar, you dig?
Patek Phillipe, I don't got one Rolex in my jewelry box, you dig? (I don't)
I'm rich as hell, ain't takin' no ho to no Marriott, you dig? (I won't)
She wanna go to a villa (yeah), I like yo' lil' fillers (yeah, yeah)
You f*ckin', then you get up, got every set in Marine Serre (yeah)
Hunnid racks, I walk 'round with thigh pads like I'm Von Miller (frrt)
I'm a real finesser, I might put insurance on the jewelry, make bro steal it

I'm chillin', still forever locked with the killers
Give that pussy up on camera, but no pictures
Ayy, bae, Louis Ice Creams, but I don't skate though
Make my young niggas do it, that's what this pape' for
Case closed, I'm in the Demon with the bass on
How you a killer in your feelings? That's a Drake song
I f*ck her good in twenty minutes, I don't take long
G-Way and new Bottega, me, I got Bape on
I see these old niggas wanna try me
I left up out of there with all mines, yeah (too turnt)
And if I didn't, then they all died (they all died)

Ain't never salt no nigga down, you niggas small fries (yeah)
I'm a codeine sipper (yeah), cream soda mixer (yeah)
Van Cleef accessories (yeah), Matty Boy apparel (yeah)
Hermes bracelet (yeah), Chrome Heart fragrance (yeah)
I ain't never in my life had to make a car note payment (yeah)
Goin' to serve a nigga without a pistol on you that's crazy (yeah)
F*ck with who I f*ck with, seen the killer make a statement (yeah)

Ayy
(FOREVEROLLING)

Money, power, and respect (respect)
Make me mad, I'm spendin' a dollar, bitch, on Neff (bitch, on Neff)
Louis V bag, three hundred cash in the compressor
Put fifty on all sixes on niggas, Geeski'll tell you
Bitch, I'm feelin' rebellious, these niggas kill me
I don't give a f*ck how it really sound, I don't feel 'em
Patek, Pressies and Millys, paid two, three, and a nickel (forty)
Diss me, we'll blitz you, tell me how much it's takin'
Unc' a real magician, ain't there, shit, he'll make it
My young killers go crazy, I need to see niggas' statements
I lost a million in Vegas, I'm gamblin' with my life
Can't believe it wasn't sealed, now I know it ain't a pint

Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit
So many of my bros probably hate that I'm rich, hate that I'm lit
Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit, with all the shit
I'm still with all the shit (free my niggas)

Duffle bags full of cash
A million in the stash, I'll make you niggas mad
Remember me doin' bad, gamblin' with my last
Who helped me, nigga, who? Quarter million in juice
F*ck squashin', I'm tryna shoot, mama, this shit for you
Can't imagine livin' without, I just cashed yo' house
The road ain't that big, holdin' it for your kids
I been cryin' all night, like damn, this really life

Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit
So many of my bros probably hate that I'm rich, hate that I'm lit
Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit, with all the shit
I'm still with all the shit

Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit
So many of my bros probably hate that I'm rich, hate that I'm lit
Wrong, right, I pray my niggas live a long life
And I don't even smoke, but I'm with all the shit, with all the shit
I'm still with all the shit

Testin'
One, two three, four, five, six (testin', testin')
Turn me up in here
Don't let her lie to you, that ho a trick (on God, ya dig?)
Trick (yeah, she'll f*ck too)
Girl, we was thinkin' 'bout showin' you the 5980 Rose, I got that (bust)
Okay, what about the two-to-, I got that too, baby (bust)
You ain't heard about me (you ain't heard), yeah
All I heard was (what you heard?)
He got a lotta watches, bitches too (geek me, yeah)
Geeky, geeky (bitch), geeky (bitch), geeky (ayy)
Geeky (yeah, big boy, bitch), geeky, geeky, ayy, bitch, ayy

That Patek back (yeah), them Pateks back
Nigga, my Richard back (two), them bitches back (yeah)
These niggas mad I got their bitches
Ayy, I'm tippin', bae (yeah), I'm trickin', bae, I'm wit' it, bae
You need some'? Come get it, bae (come get it)
Them niggas here, them sticks in here
The coach around, don't make us blitz in here
Chanel bag (yeah), Chanel link with the pearls on it (yeah)
I don't care how much it costs, I said, "My girl want it"
Free that bitch, free that bitch, we know your niggas told
What you payin'? How much you want and can you get them gone?
We been in the Louis store, my bitch won't put no Fendi on

I ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
(I ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on)
Business what I'm standin' on, plus, bitch, that cannon on me
She ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
She ain't got no panties on on the dance floor (it's Sexyy)

I ain't got no panties on, let that coochie show (yeah)
Throw that ass back, twerk it in his face slow (damn)
G-G-Grey leggings on with a fat camel toe (juicy)
Patek on my wrist, hit the lights and watch it glow (bling)
I'm a real trench bitch, cash out in designer stores (bands)
I ain't got no panties on, me and bro don't get along
You ain't got no money for me? Bitch, don't even call my phone
Ass fat, nails done, and my weave super long (you know it)
I love a trap nigga, packs come in and we gon' get 'em gone
Big Chanel bag, my cars be super fast (yoom)
Sexyy got that wheel, I'm swervin', doin' the dash (skrrt, skrrt)
Don't let this cute shit fool you, I still get on your ass
Me and 42 Dugg just left the mall and blew a bag (Sexyy)

I ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
I ain't got no panties on, let this coochie show
I ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
I ain't got no panties on, but, bitch, I ain't no ho (we ain't got no panties on)

We ain't got no panties on
We ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
We ain't got no panties on
We ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
We ain't got no panties on
(G1, G1)
We ain't got no panties on, we ain't got no panties on, we ain't got no panties on, ayy
Hey, hey, alright, say it again, y'all ready? Go
We ain't got no panties on, ain't got no panties on
We ain't got no panties on

(Flexin')
Hop out with that pipe, run him down, he a bitch
Uncle doin' life, never broke, never bent (flexin' on that bitch, hold up)

Niggas think 'cause I'm rich I won't pull up with that stick
Niggas think I'm a Crip 'cause I don't too much f*ck with Bloods
To keep it real, nigga, they don't too much f*ck with us
Yo, youngin doin' time, probably think he can't be touched, riddle me this
Wock' pints, blues, or that fent', niggas be sick
I locked the whole town sellin' nicks, get you a brick
A wise man once told me
"It only take one, why you always four deep?"
Me and my youngin, all that nigga know is fast-forward
'21 Track', I just paid cash for it
Fed case pendin', that's why I ain't got no passport
You ain't gotta steal, baby, you can ask for it

From the bottom of my heart, I wanna see you win
'Cause if I can't, if I can't
If I can't tell you wrong, I am not a friend 'cause
This a Double M, not a regular Benz truck

Fell out with my main thing, still the same thing
Nobody wanna compromise, nobody wanna change
Quarter-million watch on, watch on
You could have everything, but I'm gone

Pack my shit and leave bitch, bye
I done seen too many real niggas 6ix9ine
And your pride in the way, youngin died in a way
If you ain't 4-2, you a five in the makin'
At Revive goin' crazy, why you wanna have a kid?
Said, "I been goin' through so much, baby, I'm just tryna live"
I showed you that I'm for real, gon' forever hold you down
Dead or alive, I respect what you was on
Yellin', "Free my uncle," I just gotta call
I don't care if I was who won't take that Patek off
Two-hundred-thou' in these shoes, made a M, nigga
I'm him, nigga, I don't really f*ck with them niggas

Fell out with my main thing, still the same thing
Nobody wanna compromise, nobody wanna change
Quarter-million watch on, watch on
You could have everything, but I'm gone

(I got Hitman on the beat)

Blood make us relatable, loyalty makes us family
I done made so much money this month, they think I'm scammin'
My little bitch just said I'm damaged, the same go for my daddy
Disrespectin' like you turnt, this the same bitch just was beggin'

Tall, thick, Megan, Megan
Five hundred, Richard baguettie
Chops, machetes, my drop a Chevy
Ashants, Pirellis, I'm Mox from Belly
Chrome, yeah, two phones, yeah
I f*cked, the head wasn't shit, goddamn

Pints and grams, life, free Tim
Ice Vezz', exotic and red
My spots bangin', my Skelly stainless
Four Gangin', they hate it, we made it
I'm rich, so my bitch cold
The blick is on me, Pateks and Rollies
Solid, no Cody's, I don't know him, he don't know me
You'll whack somethin', gotta show me, these rose golds my trophies
His bro told, I know it, nigga bump me, I'm blowin'
2018 burnt orange, check our stats, we scorin', all my bitches foreign
Bitches bad, pretty-ass titties, mini tour, like five cities
Hundred thousand a show, remind me of weed, remind me of dope

Tall, thick, Megan, Megan
Five hundred, Richard baguettie
Chops, machetes, my drop a Chevy
Ashants, Pirellis, I'm Mox from Belly
Chrome, yeah, two phones, yeah
I f*cked, the head wasn't shit, goddamn

Heavy Camp, opps whacked (baow)
Youngsta Blac, a million straps
F*ck 'em, yeah, beam red
Shooters dead, I'm prayin' gang duck the feds
I'm prayin' Val make it back, Four Gang mixed with The Camp
Top side came with a stamp, f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all again
Aventador, all red with rims, Urus truck, three hundred bands (bands)
Maybach two-seat, I'm geeked
Ridin' 'round, gettin' head from Keshia
Exotic Runtz, thirty-five a piece
I done f*cked them all, save some for me (real talk, nigga)

Tall, thick, Megan, Megan
Five hundred, Richard baguettie
Chops, machetes, my drop a Chevy
Ashants, Pirellis, I'm Mox from Belly
Chrome, yeah, two phones, yeah
I f*cked, the head wasn't shit, goddamn

(I got Hitman on the beat)
We screamin', "Murder" (get out of my business or get hurt)
Tell that bitch get out my business, f*ck 'em

One of forty-two, this all custom (this all)
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother, Val, I love you
My pendants custom, I miss you, this shit for nothin'
My issue with the state pen'
I know if Skeet could do it over, he'll take ten
I know Skeet could do it over, he throw that H still
My niggas caught so many bodies, I damn near can't chill
Shit, it's war with whoever
I'm like Diesel in '02, I score on whoever
And I wish Dunk could see me now, doggy, I'm lockin' shit
A quarter mil' to get him our lawyer, let's lock it in
Ten million, all cash, what I want to drop again
My assets good, new estate in the woods
Used to have pit bulls, I replaced 'em with wolves
No more chasin' this dream, shit, now dreams chase me
Like I ain't sipped in a week, boo, I can't even eat
I done gave niggas songs, niggas gave up on me
Val, you hurt my soul, I don't believe it, come home
It's like I need you more than ever
And since you've been gone, baby, I'm leanin' more than ever
I tried to keep it together
I know Reece smilin' down on me
My phone number changed, it's hard to know my homies
I'm cold to show me, this is not the old me
And I still remember everything you told me
We pickin' up the Richards, puttin' down the Rollies
And no, I'm not the richest, but I'm not the police
I took it on the chin, I ain't have no co-de
Told all my niggas win, they all said, "Show me"
And from that point on, everything on me

F*ck it, one of forty-two, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, come see me
If he was still alive, I'll probably be somewhere with Reece
CO and Reek followin' behind me in a Demon
Gotti finna leave us, so if it's only us, it's for a reason
I ain't pickin' up, don't wanna kick it
Stayin' focused, runnin' up the chicken, Jazzy, what's the ticket?
Doggy, where the bitches?
'Cause niggas ain't playin' with us now, bro, I 'on't get it?
Told you I was finna shut it down and I meant it
Still the turntest young niggas in the city

F*ck it, one of forty-two, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, where Reece?
We was down, lost a couple rounds, but we still beat 'em
Bitch, we still undefeated, I'm the one and they see it
Nah, for real, niggas need us, lost some crack in the cleaners
Double back with the steamer, still got shit up in Zeidman's
I don't owe 'em, it's sittin', tell that ho to get with me

(I got Hitman on the beat)
Got the brick man on the beat
And that cheese for me
We on Eastside still gettin' bean money
Yeah

I just bought my bitch 'Nelly (a classic) and a Patek (two-tone)
Cybertrucks back to back to back, need us some traffic
He a pussy, Reek'll slap him, Suge get stretched
Who let my mans f*ck? Dugg get next
My bitches all tens, young hoes with Benzes
Old hoes with Wagons, couple of 'em got Pateks
Nigga, who is you taxin'? Niggas got this shit backwards
Niggas thought we was rappers and found out we active
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
Catch one, stretch one, it's back to that again
Tryna drop somethin', I'm tryna Lamo and block somethin' (free Lamo)
Yeah, I'm tryna Tay Tay and s- (free Tay Tay)
Lemme stop, think we had fetty then
Bitch, we still got fetty now
Cuz called me petty, how?
I spent a million five, show like four in cash
Thought you was with the H, we caught you throwin' fast
Pussy, you should've died, pussy, you still'll die
Quit tellin' Reek to call and go and spin a hat
Nigga, I been on that, ask when I get mad
Ask if I spend cash, ask if I killed the five
Tank'll see me spin 'bout 'em, you ain't never did shit
All them niggas livin' still 'cause we know you won't kill shit
I break it down and build shit, she play the house, a bitch shit
Them niggas wearin' bitches watches
F*ckin' for free, no wonder niggas havin' bitches problems
Who, me? I get 'em houses (what else?), who, me? I get 'em cars
Y'all still keep 'em close, who, me? I send 'em far
Like, what they payin' now?
Bitch been tryna get even, nigga, who playin' now?
Boo, these niggas fanned out, I been tryna chill lately
Still'll get you ran down just 'cause I got real paper
That pussy weak, I'm still payin', cuz bitch got me bills payin'
Why you still be on the six? 'Cause that's where all my real fam
Wanna f*ck for free? I'm still payin', f*ck with me, I'm still payin'
Don't link with none of them petty niggas 'cause that's where they want deals at
That pussy off, I'm still payin', f*ck my guy, I'm still payin'
Why you still be on the six, 'cause that's where shit get killed at

Ooh (I'm still payin'), ooh
F*ck A Nigga Records
Catch one and we stretch 'em

When I done lost all respect
When I done lost all respect

Quit tellin' me I'm next when I done lost all respect
Ain't even got no interest, just turn this bitch up, I'm tempted
Couple killers from Memphis
On my way to the city, pay a lawyer for Nell
Thump somethin' for Temer and turn this bitch up for Chelle
Ride with us or else, pussy niggas get stretched
Five Ms on the counter and I'm still kind of depressed
Nigga, not 'cause of money, 'cause what happened to Neff
'Cause what happened to Rob, f*ck happened to Val
Told you we still in town with it
I don't be with rappers, ma', I be with foul niggas
We tryna down somethin'
If you ain't on what we on, then stay from 'round us
I can hear you now, "Dugga, they time up"

My mama told me, "Keep your family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin', really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my mama told me, "You gon' be somethin' special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I'll drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my mama told me and my mama showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all Demons

And my niggas know me
I ain't have to testify to take my plea
You could tell that shit to cuz who don't know about it
She go to church, so I'm tryna bring the ho up out her
Play with us, we blowin' 'bout it
Youngin' told me, "Put the Track up, hop in that Escalade V"
I ain't trippin' on no syrup, bring me all beans
Still tryna catch the serve if the dog cheap, I want 'em all free
Mama know me, I ain't droppin' off shit under eight P's
Last time I sold a bell, 2018
Seen a nigga run up Ms off of fake jeans and got killed

My mama told me, "Keep your family first and watch out for your homies"
All them Ms we was wantin', really don't need
Put the heroin down, they requestin' more weed
And my mama told me, "You gon' be somethin' special, nigga, on Reece"
I ain't sellin' no lean, bro, 'cause I drink it
You bitches don't love me, that's what I'm thinkin'
And my mama told me and my mama showed me
I ain't got no friends, nigga, just me
I ain't coppin' no Benz, I want all Demons

(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gotitt)

I got a Bentley in that blender, please be gentle with it
I'm just a young nigga with Chyna White like Russell Simmons
If I want a hit, I'm payin' a bitch quicker than P. Diddy
I got a trick who eat the dick like both her teeth missin'
I'm in a fiend rental, nothin' but beans with me
Why you been callin' for the Wock' like you ain't a green nigga?
But why you call the police on me soon as shit get real?
Like I won't pay my youngin' ten to get your brother killed
I know you said it's over, I mix with bakin' soda
You know I sold so much dope, I'm 'posed to been promotin' for Coca-Cola
What's in my left pocket'll make your old lady say it's over
Both my relationships with smokers, they ain't change up on me
After I bust her one time, then I pass her to my homie
Thought she was my sunshine, made it rain on her
I'm out in California in the hills full of X pills
Know I could f*ck her if I want her 'cause we text still
For real, it cost a lil' nothin' to hit a famous bitch
'Less you believe most rappers record deals is really rich
You told that ho, "This shit forever," she out here suckin' dick
First day up out the feds, I bought another switch
If that's the case, what y'all be doin' lately makin' sense
'Cause when did robbers start bein' bothered by the bloggers comments?
Since when we start acceptin' rattin' and called it bein' honest?
Since-since when did freak bitches turn into niggas baby mommas?
Since when did street niggas tweet and Instagram their problems?
Since when did peace treaty with the opps get honored?
Ayy, soon as we done shakin' hands, I make my nigga drop 'em
Why the f*ck they ask for prices? They ain't even coppin'
And every time they try to short me, I charge an extra thousand
Might up this blick up in the clinic, bring the bitch up out him
Cool on hittin' niggas hoes, I'm f*ckin' bitches mommas
Why is we pipin' niggas up who never caught a body?
Why is we takin' care of bitches we don't even love?
Why I'm recordin' an album like I don't got the bud?
I take a bitch you trust and turn her to a slut
Won't catch me hangin' with a bitch if she ain't tryna f*ck
Can't even answer for Spazz, this shit been gettin' deep
Just got a lawyer for Apple, I hope he get 'em free
Tell Merey I'm with him, tell Nell I love him
Tell Dunk I'm sendin', tell Reek it's comin'
We back trippin' this summer, buy a brick if you love us
Blow a blick of you thuggin', I can't be f*cked with in nothin'
Let's win again, let's spin again, them five racks is ten again
Who in the ten? Who got the J's? Who got the dog? Who got the soft?
Who got the blues? Who got the pints? They gettin' bought, these niggas fakin'
These niggas crazy, huh, these niggas lazy, huh
Niggas ain't tryin' to run up and hit they man, they don't even wanna graze 'em
Niggas ain't tryna grind up on no bread, they scam old ladies
F*ck it, you see him, spank 'em
City should really thank us, them niggas was out here hatin'

(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah, bitch, get on yo'-
Yeah, bitch, get on yo' job
Tell that bitch, get on her knee
And aw bitch, "Get in yo' bag"

Bitch, get in yo' bag, bitch, get in yo' bag
Bitch, get in yo' bag, bitch, get in yo' bag

The one with all the beans
Yeah, the one with all the cheese
The one who movin' weed, on me
Yeah, the one with all the chicken
Who got these bitches trippin', yes, I pay for all the titties
And yes, I pay for all the bodies
I like bad bitches, toxic, ask Monae and Tasha
The push to start, they in China, no flirtin', baby, I'm buyin'
Who f*ckin' now G? I'm tired
Tell that bitch, "I gotta dash" (no cap, tss)
All the nines is droppin' fast

Bitch, get in yo' bag, bitch, get in yo' bag
Bitch, get in yo' (bag)
Tell that bitch get on her (it's cap)
Yeah, the one with all the (chicken)
(Paper, I just spend it)
Yeah, the one with all the chicken (chicken)
Who got these bitches? (Facts)

Yeah, bitch, get in yo' bag (bitch, get in yo' bag)
Bitch, get in yo' bag (bitch, get in yo' bag)
Bitch, get in yo' bag, bitch, get in yo'-
Yeah, we be in the city

Nah, we be in the trenches (trenches)
Yeah, we be in the spinners, oh nah, we be in the kitchen
Wrappin' up them- (shh)
Yeah, bitch, get in yo' bag (bag)
Yeah, bitch, get in yo' bag
Bitch, get in yo' bag, bitch, get in yo'-

(Smoke on the beat)
Washed up niggas watchin' me, I'm on my shit now
Young dog used to f*ck with weed, he sellin' bricks now

Bitch, I'm the, bitch, I'm the shit now
Big choppers, big Glocks, sellin' big pounds
Who can't move 'caine? (Move 'caine) damn right
GT Mulsanne, I want five pints
Big keys, big dreams, Big Meech
One nigga won't be the fall, is you shittin' me?
Cutty told me I can get 'em all, how you gettin' these?

Forty-two for them and they lockin', nigga, how many?
I'm turnt even with a couple pendin'
F*ck her, she ain't write when I got sentenced (at all)
I just pray when it goes down, you keep it solid (yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, though?)
All my niggas stayed ten toes down on they indictments (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)

Black tee (tee), black Glock, black 'Cedes
They a dub, nigga (nigga), four bricks, that's eighty (damn)
Got two million (million) stashed in the stash house (stash house)
Paid six million (million), that was for my last house (yeah)
Bag touched down, everybody got excited (damn)
And when it went down, everybody got indicted, huh (huh)

Bitch, I'm the, bitch, I'm the shit now
Big choppers, big Glocks, sellin' big pounds
Who can't move 'caine? (Move 'caine) damn right
GT Mulsanne, I want five pints
Big keys, big dreams, Big Meech
One nigga won't be the fall, is you shittin' me?
Cutty told me I can get 'em all, how you gettin' these?

Yeah, gettin' money like Baby (Baby), been big timin' (timin')
'05, nigga, yeah, these throw back diamonds (yeah)
Countin' them millions 'fore they ever dropped a Wraith (Wraith)
Been wearin' platinum 'fore they ever dropped a 'Date (haha)
Rari's back-to-back, nigga, we just bought the lot (lot)
I just left Target, nigga, had to buy a pot (oh yeah)
Ask about me in Detroit, I'm a Pyrex legend (legend)
Tell the judge, "Free the real," yeah, the Southwest Legends (yeah)

Young nigga, penthouse filled with all drizzle (all of it)
Million dollars, cash on me come from all food (dog food)
Bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a lick now (now)
Quit callin' tellin' me to put them bricks down (I ain't)
Matte blue Lamb' in the hood, nigga, that's Doggie
Throw his shit back with that wood, ain't into talkin'
Hoes sellin' bricks, we still juggin', shoutout my lawyer
Every week a new skrrt, rest in peace, Richie Porter

Bitch, I'm the, bitch, I'm the shit now
Big choppers, big Glocks, sellin' big pounds
Who can't move 'caine? (Move 'caine) damn right
GT Mulsanne, I want five pints
Big keys, big dreams, Big Meech
One nigga won't be the fall, is you shittin' me?
Cutty told me I can get 'em all, how you gettin' these?

(FOREVEROLLING)

I seen niggas drop fours and couldn't believe it
Y'all was supposed to been dead, y'all overachievin'
You heard of Brick Squad? Well, nigga, it's the blitz squad
And every time I hear, "Hike," I yell, "Blitzin' five"
Blick 'em down (each), kill 'em now, yeah, we still in town
Hit up Smurk, not for a Perc', bitch, it's a ten a round
I'll kill 'em now, spill a five, this how shit get fried
Oh, you was outside lurkin'? Niggas still be lyin'
He ain't dead, but we tried (bitch)
All that runnin', I'm tired (f*ck on)
Bitch, you die, I'ma laugh (yeah)
Still on Hertz with the gas (free the boys)
Catch you slippin', I'm slidin', tell me I'm good at rappin'
Y'all good at hidin', nigga, come out and get active
My chopper shoot backwards (bitch), my bitches gets pampered (bitch)
You probably did have her, dog, and she callin' me daddy
Three-fifty, that's Pattie (yeah), five hundred, that's Rick (yeah)
Two-fifty, that's Skelly, niggas so tired of my shit (bitch)
Jeweler so tired of my bitch, bust down both of her wrists
Bust down both of my kids, I'm havin' fun with this shit
I should just run on this bitch, no hook, cuz
And if I pass her, I ain't like her, that's a no look dub
Bitch, I'm geeked off drugs, get your freaked out cousin
I'm the reason y'all buzzin', how the f*ck y'all don't love me?
In the O, I'm with Chubby, in New York, I'm with Soo
In the A, I'm with Wham, bitch, in the Chi', I'm with Zoo
Nigga flinch, I'ma shoot (baow)
Chin up and raise your motherf*ckin' hand if you been up
And when it come to a trick, I don't like to spend much
Bitch be all on my dick, ho, you should let my mans f*ck
Hundred thousand Ram truck, this a T-R
And both the baddest bitches I know is from the D.R
And if they ask who the richest, nigga, we are
Remember bein' on Roxbury with T.R., with C.C. and Antt
Three Gs and cap, four thousand with tax
Might buy it and never wear it, freak bitches, I'm sharin'
F*ck wrong with airin'? Niggas be out here playin'
How my opp your mans? Reece, these niggas crazy
Reece, these niggas hatin', Reece, these niggas fakin'
Reece, these niggas playin' how I never'll play

It's time to go again
If I catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again
She just was playin' wifey, now look at her, ho again
Quit tryna tell me that I'm big, I'm finna blow again
I'm off a four of red
It's time to go again
Don't call me lookin' for no brick 'cause I might know a friend
And way before I blew a M, bitch, I was blowin' ends
And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin' shit
Don't tell me that it's up, nigga, that'll get you thumped, nigga

Still catchin' conflicts in the Track'
Sprite dirty, that exact
Just bought my third penthouse and my third mansion
When they was buyin' Jacobs, doggy was goin' to practice
When they was bustin' G-Shocks, doggy was bustin' Pateks
Mama keep throwin' fits, I get it, girl, you miss her
Daddy still doin' a bid, I need you, nigga, you trippin'
Put it up if it's a Richard, this one for the slums
Who could help me move a chicken? Bitch, I'm on the run
Three watches, that's like a ticket or a big dub
Raise your hand if you still could turn the brick soft
You want attention, baby? I'm from the trenches, baby
Get her a five hundred and Rolls, what it take to keep my chin up
Cashmere on the hoodie, four-thousand from Christian
Yeah, girly, what's cool? Doggy got too many bitches
I'm the key to the city, just ask the niggas with me
Everybody got money and cars, a lot of tension
Everybody was beatin' them charges, the law was snitchin'
I'm loyal and I'm consistent, evolvin', keepin' my distance
Run it up to the ceilin', stayin' out of my feelings
Money still over bitches, f*ckin' still over kissin'
My Track' still on them sixes, sit back, nigga, and listen
If they ask, I'm official (yeah, official), bitch
In my bag, I'm offended, been that way since my sentence
No co-defendants or witness, I took that shit on the chin, chin
Slidin' on the six in a Benz
Deep dish rims, freak bitch and her friend
Been tryna score again, it's time to tour again
Bring mine and the bands, rubber-band by tens
Vacuum sealed like 'Za, stuff 'em, that's for the sides
F*ck 'em, that's for the fives
Free mine

It's time to go again
If I catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again
She just was playin' wifey, now look at her, ho again
Quit tryna tell me that I'm big, I'm finna blow again
I'm off a four of red
It's time to go again
Don't call me lookin' for no brick 'cause I might know a friend
And way before I blew a M, bitch, I was blowin' ends
And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin' shit
Don't tell me that it's up, nigga, that'll get you thumped, nigga

Street niggas, livin' lavish, yeah
Fifty racks and reps, that's on a fly bitch, yeah
Armor truck, they think it's Trump when we touch down, yeah
Uncle pimpin', brother robbin', I came up cookin', yeah
Earrings a half a ticket, these ain't lab diamonds
I put on this shit myself, ain't got no damn stylist
Hundred million dollar nigga, still'll get violent
Rylo think we business partners, we just bust down a dime
We so turned up, yeah, all day pour up, yeah
.223 be choppin' shit, them lil' niggas ain't poppin' shit
All blue face, we moppin' shit, too P for all that toxic shit
Kareem the way I block a bitch, '06 Gucci, we woppin' shit
No love for the opposite, give millions to my block and shit
We run a monopoly, he ain't with us, then we stoppin' it
You wanna be nice and shit, no time for that, I'll bite the bitch
Shiesty mask and switches, Taliban, this that Al-Qaeda shit

Yeah, yeah, we the mob for real
Don't tell on your brother, don't say nothin', them lawyers comin' trim
Send an M to Slime for legal fees, I really f*ck with twin
He know how this shit go for real, don't get caught on that other end
They can take the lead for the time bein', but they ain't goin' never win
Actin' stiff and missed, I know she pissed, I done turned up her friend
Tried to burn me out, but I'm still lit, tell 'em to blow again
They want me sellin' dope again, I'm ducked off with your ho again
Pillow talkin', tellin' the business, we don't do that
Never fallin' out 'bout these bitches, you 'posed to knew that

Gave my '21 to the trenches, I'm in that new 'Bach
Judge think 'cause he gave me a sentence, I wasn't gon' T up
Niggas wanna be us, go turn up every time they free us
I finally put my P up, my bitch got me together
Show me she was special, young, turnt and reckless
Say God, I be with devils, fifty-nine with the bezel
Made my first M on tether, I promise never to settle
I rose from Armageddon, f*ck it judge, I did it
Back hangin' with bitches, they tellin' on all the killers
Took an oath to never fold, want to tell that to bro
These niggas breakin' the code, platinum Presi' for bro
They recommended the gold, but f*ck it, bring me the rose
F*ck him, I want his head, for double I want him dead
The rapper really was Jedd, my come-up was from the meds

Yeah, yeah, we the mob for real
Don't tell on your brother, don't say nothin', them lawyers comin' trim
Send an M to Slime for legal fees, I really f*ck with twin
He know how this shit go for real, don't get caught on that other end
They can take the lead for the time being, but they ain't goin' never win
Actin' stiff and missed, I know she pissed, I done turned up her friend
Tried to burn me out, but I'm still lit, tell 'em to blow again
They want me sellin' dope again, I'm ducked off with your ho again

(FOREVEROLLING)

Meet me in the red zone, ten 'Cats deep
Backend on from movin' fifty-five Ps
This a Track', lil' nigga, we don't ride Jeeps
Look at 'em now, "Dugg, sign me" (f*ck on)
Drop a lo', nigga (yeah), or you a ho, nigga (yeah)
Oh, you scam, you was just throwin' fours with us?
She know who to call when she want a ride jet
Get a Chanel bag or suck dick for five racks
I'm on the East, nigga (on what?), Thirty deep, spinnin'
Cuz start it, how you want him? What you think? Finished
50K apiece just for these pendants
I don't rap beef, you dealin' with a street nigga

Who the f*ck is y'all? Nah, for real, who the f*ck is dog?
"Dugg I like him," so, bitch? Cut it off
Think she safe at home, that's the one I'm f*ckin' raw
Philippe club, this bitch cost three-hun'
Let's tweak, "Dugg, bring the poles," we don't need none (at all)
The streets good, niggas sold so the beef done (beef done)
Switch out who? I keep one, goofy
What's that hangin' out your pocket, nigga? Blue cheese

I ain't listenin' to y'all pussies, play that new Chief
Still ballin', saved my number under "Hoop Dreams"
I'm too T'd to let my young nigga move green
A Wock' show, if not then the block show
I'm not your average nigga
If Reek say he feelin' savage, I'm a savage with 'em
I was just on that tablet, nigga
I ain't gon' lie, left me damaged, nigga
'Fore I fight you, you could have it, nigga
Sike, I'm lyin', we be crashin' niggas
Sike, I'm lyin', we be fappin' niggas
Band smack this nigga
Who ain't out here gettin' active, nigga?
Check the score, I ain't rappin', nigga

Who the f*ck is y'all? Nah, for real, who the f*ck is dog?
"Dugg I like him," so, bitch? Cut it off
Think she safe at home, that's the one I'm f*ckin' raw
Philippe club, this bitch cost three-hun'
Let's tweak, "Dugg, bring the poles," I don't need none (at all)
The streets good, niggas sold so the beef done (beef done)
Switch out who? I keep one, goofy
What's that hangin' out your pocket, nigga? Blue cheese

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Like 'ma, I need you (uh, uh)
Reece, we need you

I'm back with a vengeance, I'm here on a mission
They blowin' them Glocks, we blowin' them switches, just to show that we did it
You f*ck when I call, quit showin' that nigga, you hoein' that nigga
This paper here spend, this paper here long, this paper here grown
That bitch know me, she be playin' my song, she be wearin' that, yeah
I ain't even get to f*ck, I just got that head
Put you on to my mans, hope he do good by you
Bae, I'm a hood product, I wish they would try us
We got choppers in the back, we got pints and we got grass
Pray they bring my niggas back, if they don't, then well, I'm thuggin'
I know the hood don't trust us, probably gon' lose my brothers
All of this shit was for us, then my kids gon' grow up spoiled
My kids gon' grow up knowin' I wasn't goin' for it
Can't let a nigga play with Woo, he know I'm blowin' for him (I got you)
Yeah, ayy, he know I'm blowin'
A nigga play, we goin', still be lookin' for oranges
Stash them under the Jordan's, niggas ain't too important
I was there for the stories, rockin' Pelles and Mauri's
Shut up, bitch, I'm recordin', Demon cost like a foreign
Forgot them niggas was mournin', my bad, doggy, for laughin'
F*ck it now, let's get active, 42 with the packages
Good, but yeah, they taxin', keep it, doggy, I got you, ayy (ayy)

Ayy, like ma', we need you, wish I could see you
This shit just ain't the same, ayy
Like Rob, we need you, wish I could see you
This shit just ain't the same, ayy
Like Neff, we need you (RIP Neff)
Reece, we need you
Like ma', I need you, wish I could see you
This shit don't feel the same

I know you see me goin' through it
I know you see me goin' through it, uh, psh

Let me get back off, we be havin' our talks
Really miss my dog, hope you get home, cuz
Been on my own, cuz
Feel like it's wrong, but I finally gave my phones up
I'm alone, I need some 'bows, some beans
That road callin', mama, I'm so sorry
Know if I could, I'd change, focused, ain't sippin' drink
Reece, give me a day, I promise we gon' be straight
Reece, give me a day, I promise we gon' be good

Ayy, like ma', we need you, wish I could see you
This shit just ain't the same, ayy
Like Rob, we need you, wish I could see you
This shit just ain't the same, ayy
Like Neff, we need you (we need you)
Reece, we need you (we need you)
Like ma', I need you, wish I could see you
This shit don't feel the same

(I got Hitman on the beat)
I hope your phone back workin' today
Might spend some bands, even get you a chain

All I needed was some love from you, would kill 'bout you
And even after the ho shit, I'm still solid
Let you buy whatever in Chrome, you like Chanel
Rose petals all on the stairs
Baby, you got a player, them niggas ain't even starters
Steady sendin' me Delta, I told you you gettin' chartered
Anytime you took a L, I was there for you
Ain't moved on, baby, 'cause I really care for you

Don't be scared to hit my line if you need a hug
Numbers down on the Za's, we back doin' us
Anything before me, I don't give a f*ck
Know I made half a ticket in that rental truck
I been the one, I love you still but my feelings gone
Reason I ain't textin' back and I ain't been at home
Long drives to the rivers, missin' the killers
Askin' 'bout Chanel and you ain't even seen a dentist
Like what we doin'? Why we arguin'? Why we ain't f*ckin'?
Just before I was finna leave, why you ain't hug me?
All the bills paid on time, it ain't 'bout the money
Plus your kids doin' fine, they don't want for nothin'

All I needed was some love from you, would kill 'bout you
And even after the ho shit, I'm still solid
Let you buy whatever in Chrome, you like Chanel
Rose petals all on the stairs, baby, you got a player
Them niggas ain't even starters
Steady sendin' me Delta, I told you you gettin' chartered
Anytime you took a L, I was there for you
Ain't moved on, baby, 'cause I really care for you

Don't be scared to hit my line if you need to jugg
All them niggas wastin' time, that shit came from Dugg
Look at them watches, look at them chains, all them cars
Love you the most, how the f*ck you let us grow apart?
And all I needed was a bitch who can keep me together
When all I needed was a bitch who can show me I'm special
You know I needed you, I told you in all of them letters
Like what we doin'? Where you movin'? Bae, where you goin'?
Screenshottin' all my texts, who you been showin'?
Dressin' up and gettin' sexy, can he afford you?
You know who frontin', be for real, bitch, you know you spoiled
Bringin' up this bullshit when I'm tryna be focused

All I needed was some love from you, would kill 'bout you
And even after the ho shit, I'm still solid
Let you buy whatever in Chrome, you like Chanel
Rose petals all on the stairs, baby, you got a player
Them niggas ain't even starters
Steady sendin' me Delta, I told you you gettin' chartered
Anytime you took a L, I was there for you
Ain't moved on, baby, 'cause I really care for you

(Royal House on the beat)

I've seen real niggas turn fake
I've seen real niggas turn fake over pape'

Shit killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Used to takin' care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad, ma?
I ain't goin' back, that was the last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga Kai
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
Shit ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to pots

Who done saved us now? Niggas played me, bruh
I probably got more gifts than my baby got
Still catch me holdin' down, that's all I know
Every night I pray to God that y'all come home
Phones ain't rung since a nigga been gone
Few people that would call but nobody really rode
Yeah, but they ridin' for us, huh?
You tell me, yeah, but they dyin' for us, huh?
You feel me?
And boy you ever need a phone, tell them to bill me
I ain't talkin' to your son and that shit hurt me, cuz
Still the shit I would've gave, niggas worse than us
Any time a nigga play, who the first to bust?
Who brung that Rolls to the East side? (Me)
Couple new trials, still yellin', "Free mine"
Neph what's good wit' you?
I know it hurt, they gotta look up to a lil' nigga
Rose Skelly on, I ain't even banged it yet
Won't let another nigga 'round who don't claim this shit
You in your feelings, why? 'Cause a nigga famous, bitch?
Glock 27 on me and I sling this bitch (shh)

Shit killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Used to takin' care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad, ma?
I ain't goin' back, that was the last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga Kai
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
Shit ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to pots

Shit killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Used to takin' care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
How you don't feel us?
Shit killed me