[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, I'm glad I made it
I done came up from the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
Plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I done came up out the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
When the plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I'ma pull the graveyard, hit the nightshift
Young n***a, cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a, on thе road, with no dice trick
Young n***a, leave him cold, lеave him lifeless

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Yeah, splash, feel the diamonds froze, hit the light switch
Yeah, young n***as hit the road, with a ice brick (trap)
Fuck the scale up, wanna' know what the price is (price)
Brr, brr, fuck the opper, we unload, like it's ISIS
Want the smoke? Get in line
N***as broke, what am I?
If getting dough was a crime, I did 20 years to life
Creeping up, coming down
Sleep for what? Get it now!
Bitch, we up, pour that mud up, in my cup, I might drown
I see satellites and space shuttles, I been high all day brother
Mama said she pray for us, play the game, like Blade Runner
Raised around them grave diggers, fuck around and make you one
Really spit crack, 'uh, this shit feel like '81
[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
Plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I done came up out the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
When the plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I'ma pull the graveyard, hit the nightshift
Young n***a, cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a, on the road, with no dice trick
Young n***a, leave him cold, leave him lifeless

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Cup full of syrup, half a million dollar cars, parked on the curb
Auntie in the kitchen stressin, finna' bust a nerve
Nephew got shot, then got caught up in the swerve
Now a days the ghetto everywhere, it ain't no suburbs
Feelin' absurd, when we running out of syrup
Sinkin' so much pain, that the high feel deserved
Baby got the curves, big pyru, but I'm in Houston with some birds, I'm a grown man first
Listen to my music, might be something you can learn
14 cars, I can teach you how to earn
Now we been in front of companies, starting firms
It's a long way from mama in the kitchen doing perms
Oo wee!
[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
Plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I done came up out the slums, I'm glad I made it
Reachin' for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, better have my payment
When the plug ain't got no lean, I'm aggravated
I'ma pull the graveyard, hit the nightshift
Young n***a, cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young n***a, on the road, with no dice trick
Young n***a, leave him cold, leave him lifeless