Great John on the beat, by the way
Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move first you, get done like the last
Chest shots getcha left on your back
Look, double and triple the racks
I started off with a grip and a pack
Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max
I'm with it all 'til it's spinnin' it tight
I get high just to keep me intact
My demon's callin', said he want me in black
Uh-yeah, I'm on top, toupee
You ain't talkin' money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain
I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We didn't get you yet, get you someday
We didn't get you get (get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play
Hit a lick, like I complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain
But it's cool, I was with the gang
I know - change, but I ain't the same
I'm a different man, to the cops I don't say a thing
See an opp, we gon' let it bang
Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain, no healing
He don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobody in school
The internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin'
All the shorties is losin' their feelings
You ain't saving, so she turn into a villain
I can't even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke needed cash, 'til I got a big bankroll
('Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They takin' my - to jail, they're givin' them years, they sendin' them home
Federal don't leave us alone
They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone
I'm King of New York if you wanted a throne
Them - ain't really your bro
They plannin' on fuckin' your hoe (fuckin' your hoe)
Them - ain't really your bro, they switchin' them, you never know
Them - ain't really your bro, they plannin' on killin' their own
Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
(Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last)