[ Featuring Rio Da Yung OG ]
Fed could've been a stylist, you know he known to belt men
Bein' at my mama house finna make me turn myself in
Somethin' wrong I'm old enough to be a dad and I told him just spin
Couldn't front him he had a bad credit you need a CPN
I'm prayin', Scooby beat the case, they got him on recorder
Ain't heard from bro, he put shit up he turned into a hoarder
Right after trial, I gave JM my props, took it to the heart (ten racks)
I got news from the prison, he f*ckin' that lil' boy
Seen my brudda, we both in the field like Shiloh and Shedeur
That Rollie plain, Patek still on bussin' just like Rosa Parks
Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you stop they heart
Talkin' 'bout a dime a piece, a dime a hat
And I'm smashin' on the top ten vixen
He love the drank so much, he named his kid Tristian
(I f*cked her in the coup and she ask me get rid of my double cup)
Told her yes ma'am, but I'm not kitchens
I cut her off, but I told her it was me
On the real we just was bondin' funny
I'm thinkin' of a plan to get my nigga free
I'm thinkin' about investin' in a bonding company
I told her Yayo say misses mattress
Soon as I drop my album, I'll be court ready
Would of put a hunnidon a nigga passin'
I ain't never thought of sports bettin'
So much love for the Wock, I done named my daughter Kiki
Yesterday spent twelve at Repeat, we finna repeat
I just seen a nigga net worth on Wiki
I ain't used to have shit just spent two hundred on a BPE
Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles
Free my f*ckin' baby bro, we shared game consoles
Ain't no f*ckin' pints of Act' 'round if I ain't found 'em
A nigga said he got a glass pint of red, why you lyin'?
Simple, a nigga shoot at us then somebody dyin'
When you seen real shit don't gotta rhyme 'bout it
I got a plug got a whole case of Wockhardt for nine dollars
My brother died in a Scat so I don't like Chargers
Them niggas shot my crib up and fire bombed it
I ain't cry about it, 'cause a couple niggas died 'fore July started
And that was in December
Yeah, I forgave them f*ck-niggas but I still remember
Real weed head just had a Bulk Billy Kimber
I'm might come Big Meech, one karat link to my belly button
I was finna put hip but gon tell on some
I understand you know it all but let me tell you somethin'
Twelve year enhancement for a switch better sell yo' button
Real snakes, if I give him a hundred-k he'll kill his brother
Got kicked out middle school and I'm still in trouble
I'm in Mobile ridin' with my nigga Ghetto sippin' yellow
Of course them niggas did this shit but we did it better
I'ma keep it alphabet, the 7th letter
It's gettin cold in this bitch better wear a sweater
Put a hundred holes in his whip, God must've been with him
Better slow it down niggas made pourin' up borin' now I'm pourin' down
I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown
Just wearin' real dog shit up in the quarter mile
