Everyday is Freddy Gray, Mike Brown’s in Nicetown Trayvon’s in the daytime before you take mine Spend a dawg need pedigree for the kennel No degree from Temple no pad without a pencil It’s mental Gotta keep some utensils, get gangsta niggas’ll test you When you keep it too gentle Sacrifice half my life Down the middle with the splits Bullets I was bitin’ all I did most of the writin’ I swear you niggas is trifling Tears blood and sweat I’m fightin’ They tryna Don King ya Tyson Culinary grams like Aunt Jemima Only time you seen grams cook was aunty mama Ya’ll niggas is anti drama Ain’t really into that stop confusin’ the internet A bunch of weirdos and dodgin’ into hoe shit Lost in the social the bosses scared to be vocal A whole circle of yes men they insecure what I’m guessing Long as the string attached its another puppet that’s stressin Fools is dizzy caught up in 360s Spend it on busdowns blow it on V twizzys See you chumps sittin pretty too Like pull up combat mack 11 with the titties that’s a hundred Each drum got 50 Let it sing like Drizzy On everybody catchin’ bodies like Nicki We gettin’ busy nigga
For all the lost soldiers fuck all the niggas that crossed over Like ya dawgs over Hope’s high, thoughts sober Added a S to my pain To complain I went to Spain I want the coke I got the caine I want the dough ya’ll got the fame I whip this coke here dope fiend jackets out the lane I caught the end of the illest era, me and these rappers not the same Disrespectful ass kids using my name I’m the same Gunna before they came Fuck boy know nothin’ about that rush clown Get a different feeling when it touchdown Back in the end zone got a bitch that let me send home I wanna fuck her but she a hustla keep it friend zone Niggas plottin I keep the tints on My niggas just waitin’ when it’s sunny to bring the trench home Thirsty ass niggas’ll wet ya get your quench on Leavin’ them trenches if you niggas movin a inch wrong See Flintstone full of you Barney Rubbles Fruitcakes dressin’ up like couples Dressin’ up like chicks and ya’ll call it a drip Fuckin’ gimps ya’ll should fall off a cliff I hope ya coffin’ll dip Come equip yeah my arsenal thick Young Carson in the pocket tryna toss em in his noggin’ When that money on they head got a clip to deposit Get them sticks out the closet Work them shits out and chop it
Get the money don’t let it go to ya head Get the pussy don’t let it go to ya big You fuckin wit them bitches gettin’ head goin raw They gon leave ya to them niggas get ya head blown off I done got my street shit need my other money up Want that overseas shit need my colored money up Makin sure my mom cool get my brother money up Makin sure my sis cool help my niece get through school Put my daughter in college get my nephew that knowledge Give the best to my son baby boy you the one uh Yeah