Make it hard for niggas to breathe when V come through in that V12 Spinter outside the club for the females, Invite them in the slot Then let them take shots no B12 And see who end up on they Sprewell Choking on the dino, she only drink vino not Titos Dries Van Noten tuxedo pockets on Don Vito He broke, he don’t get no bread, he gotta be keto How I grapple with tragedy they thought I’d do Hapkido A bullet hit Dare brain I tatted his very name Right on my wrist, so I write, like this mic In my fist An extension of the life that he missed Cannabis making billions he lost his life for a zip, shit But I’m still the same nigga you love to hate 2021 Ice Cube I feel like a young O’Shea But I don’t step foot behind enemy lines ‘Less I’m spinning the block twice, like an infinity sign I like leg sittin’ indian style? Y’all got me twisted As if I won’t pop this biscuit, oh You think I’m chicken Like we won’t kill you for this bread if you let us Don’t be the next Popeyes victim My niggas is young and hungry, I don’t hang in Hollywood They gotta feed their families so they bangin’ for the hood If you ain’t at the table with us you on the menu You think it’s for show, ’till they come shoot up the venue I don’t pretend to glorify nothin’ I’m not Just know that last online beef (Yeah) Someone got shot I ain’t asked, they ain’t tell, oh well that’s the G code They pop up with Glocks out of nowhere, that’s a cheat code (Yeah) I must’ve had one how I’ve been evading death 15,000 volts shot through my elbow That’s double the third rail enough to stop a train in it’s tracks It ain’t stop the kid it put the battery in my back, yeah A live wire, two charges for fire arms I’m my whole top 5, nigga pardon my Dylon Since Dave said he don’t own the rights to Chappelle Show Fuck, this bitch still wanna Netflix and Chill though And the kids look at me like a hero But I’m still hungry, still hustlin’, still in the streets I still feel broke Looking for the blimp, where the good years go? Grammy nominated and still sellin’ grams though I done lost everything, nigga what could you take from me? ‘Less you put my body in sheets and yellow tape on me Why I gotta spazz on these beats long as the tape runnin’ Take nothin’, made somethin’ SAVEMONEY last word I breathe