Got flicked with an AR pistol and a Five-seveN Three-point-five in a Backwood got my eyes heavy Watch a nigga die, bleed out in the streets, you might let me Nigga bag don’t weigh shit, it was not heavy I don’t want a foreign car, I want a box Chevy Livin’ life on the edge, I’m finna watch Belly I’ll make Jacqualyn beat your ass, I had to stop Kelly Yeah, them buds kinda purple, but it’s not cherry Flawless grill, I left coins in my tooth, but I’m not fairy Put a nigga on a billboard, somebody Times Square me I’ll pay the ticket if it’s yeah, bro I’m not petty Died in the middle of the hood, he was not ready First time I seen a dead body, it was not scary Money on the floor, I clean up like the house messy Bitch, I grew up playin’ chess, you cannot check me Boy, you got on taco outfit, that was not your shit Stuffed ten bands in ten pockets, this a cargo ‘fit Hit her underwater through my Polo drawers, on my Marco shit Oh, you talkin’ ’bout like Marco Polo? Seen an opp ridin’ through the hood, I’m finna park your shit Bitch comment on all my pics, I’m finna heart your shit Hit him up close, big flame, I’m finna spark your shit Boy, you got that broke-down car, can’t even start that shit You ain’t know I was an Airbender, bitch, I make wind I’ll punch a nigga in the store, make him break wind Best friend died poppin’ Percs, why you take ten? How the hell I’m always takin’ L’s? Why I can’t win?