Remember I was gang banging Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging Rap got me getting money now my name ringing Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways See my life from both ways I ain’t been asleep in 4 days Everybody off molly, cocaine I prefer to stay in my lane I know they funding me They dying to see what go on in my brain Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie I smoke 2 zips on canal Woke up and popped a rozay Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree I keep my stick with me it’s not like [?] efficiently Shoot long range like Fazo Run up just like Pistol P I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me What happened to that boy still a mystery Used to ride out with that sword but thats history Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory I was born official Gangster to the fucking gristle My bitch a gangster She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol I keep a lil shooter with me Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me Everywhere I go Even when I’m on the go Got a [?] Glock or ruger with me What’s with me? XD They gone settle for less Rage out with the tec Until they respect me When it’s five out Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see Won’t see my name on no statement You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me 2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t [?] Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me I met the streets before 21 Imma young OG a blessing to be Wish I can get everybody but We know the truth it be messing with me Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G? Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs Or I’m at the [?] jumping off the Japanese I’m in my black truck Smoke one and I’m catching Zs All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine No it ain’t no clean I used to drink on hella lean Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team I went home to 50k I was just a teen If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team