[00:42.28]Y'all ****** lookin' like money; ching-ching
[00:46.46]Light shine, starin' at your wrist; bling-bling
[00:49.12]Lightweight J.I.D., get drunk off a Yuengling
[00:51.79]Let that thing sing, sing, sing, send him to Sing Sing
[00:54.42]But I ain't got time for no jail time, no
[00:57.07]Pick them shells up, let 'em cool down, blow
[00:59.80]Pull up to your big ass crib like ("Hello?")
[01:02.29]Nobody here? Y'all ready to go?
[01:05.12]I got division like Mansa Musa
[01:07.46]Can **** your ***** like a barracuda
[01:10.18]Uzi tooly Boolie, who the shooter?
[01:12.98]Yeah, it's not mine, cause I forgot the ruger
[01:15.43]Never been a gangster,
[01:16.52]I'm riding with my seatbelt on,
[01:18.01]Tryna drive and roll up all of this **** in my palms
[01:26.20]Twenty-five to life, it all started with a coca leaf
[01:29.36]I swear i been the ****** this not how its supposed to be
[01:31.83]****** spent the bend and shot at everybody close to me
[01:34.49]And they killed my ***** T, dome shot, R.I.P
[01:37.14]****** killing ****** I ain't even get the notion
[01:39.80]They out here catching bodies and a ***** ain't provoke em
[01:42.43]Oh ****, guess I need to pick me up a strap now
[01:45.04]Nowadays, ****** dont even know how to act (Bow)
[01:47.96]Run to the hills to avoid the high waters
[01:50.36]They flooded the crops, kill pops, they tryn done us
[01:53.07]They Marshawn Lynch with the Glock, they ran rumpus
[01:55.77]Dunk us, Jordan signs seen clear when they stomp us
[01:58.52]Sick of Atlanta, I hit my girl, then flew to Dulles
[02:01.09]Bumping Dwele, dwelling on the past they ain't tell us about
[02:04.05]All we do is accept they ******** they sell us
[02:07.56]Okay!
[02:09.09]****** ain't talking how they living