Days been cold just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I
Yeah
It's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? (Paint these words just like my whips)
History (what you know 'bout gangsters' art?)
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad (days been cold just like my wrist)
You ain't never seen this much money with no issues (I'll be used to, I)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Paint these words just like my whips)
You ain't never seen this many big dogs come together, nigga, yeah (what you know 'bout gangsters' art?)
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forced until I'm torchеd 'cause that mean more to mе than this bitch
Give a fuck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'
Be discreet and keep your distance, when it get greasy, you can't fix it
Don't be subbin' me in your mentions, bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
These niggas ain't gettin' no chicken, they scared of jail, they scared of riskin'
These niggas ain't sendin' no hits, they sendin' attempteds, that's the difference
Yeah
Niggas got me bent
Thinkin' that I'm goin' like I ever went (thinkin' that I'm goin' or somethin')
One thing I ain't know is how it'd go when the feds hit (I ain't know that)
Same feelings your man get, chop hit his top and his dreads twist (yeah, you know that, rrr, rrr)
Playin' cool, they play you like a fool, I learned my lesson (I learned my lesson)
No to tellin'
No to bein' in these streets without your weapon
PJ chillin'
I better not feel threatened (better not feel threatened)
He was pussy, wet him (wet him)
I'm protected (rrr, rrr)
That's my conscience checkin' (rrr, rrr)
Nigga, what you tryna do is all that it come down to
When they huddled up against us, Draco knocked they crowd loose
All these trials never break me down, my morale boost
These the last two yerks, I chewed 'em first before I found dude
Ridin' through, yeeky on my lap, cars back to back
And it's so many niggas whacked, he must not wanna get me back
My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left
Days been cold just like my wrist, I'll be used to, I
Every picture I paint must be vivid (paint these words just like my wrist)
Never got nowhere bein' the nice guy (nah)
Yeah, I got it, but just know the price high (up)
Prada martyr, I came out the house fly
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frr)
Tinted Phantom, gettin' chauffeured by José (skrrt)
Book me out the states, they gotta translate
How could niggas think we on the same page? (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm a rebel, this a fraternity, throwin' up signs, I be with the steppers
Millionaire at an early age
This the lifestyle of the young and paid
I done took my talent to the global stage
Stickin' to the same rules (what's that?)
No new friends, same old dudes
Got no receipt, but paid all dues
Should've went diamond, I dropped jewels
Paint an ugly picture, gangster A-R-T
In an SRT with an H-O-E
In an AUG (three letters), CMG
Days been cold just like my wrist (hello, this is a pre-paid collect call from)
I'll be used to, I (an inmate at-)
Paint these words just like my whips (this call is subject to recording and monitoring)
Judge just gave my young nigga a nat, hope I ain't next
Prosecutor been readin' my messages, she got me stressed and shit
Run off, I better not catch the bitch
Fell out with my bestest mans
Dugg did what? Bitch, guess again
Prices drop, I'm taxin' still
Why you rat? I'm askin' Will
Why you rat? I'm askin' G
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti, this just what it is
CMG a hundred years
Days been cold just like my wrist
Paint these words just like my whips (with police responding to multiple shootings across the city)
What you know 'bout gangsters' art? (The activist tried to make the city safe)
Feds wanna know my whereabouts, you get a headshot, go against this, your leg shot
Young nigga pulled up in a Demon with that chopper, he a demon, you get a red dot
Real gangster out in Memphis, book me for a show, I'm doin' every slot
2015, I was burnin' lights in the Hellcat (Hellcat)
Bought my dog a Scat Pack, he crossed me out, so I fell back (facts)
When the bomb land, he say it didn't land, but you know I smell that (what's that?)
He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)
Days been cold just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I
Paint these words just like my whips
What you know 'bout gangsters' art?
I'll give a pack to my niggas if they ain't sellin'
And I'll risk it all with my niggas 'cause they ain't tellin' (they ain't tellin')
First you get the money, then I mail it