[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Mm-yeah
Mmm-mm-mm-mm
Yeah (Sixteen year old), yeah, mmm, mmm

[Chorus]
I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun
I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one
Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin'
I can't leave my past, it's on me bad
I'm tryna step on somethin'
And these designer pants, this ain't no facade
Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired
All this pain I can't hold
I ain't lyin'
Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin'

[Verse 1]
I'm a thug
This the story of a n***a with no love
Pullin' up, seen dark, you fuck around, I light it up
Keep in touch
I been rollin', ain't no tellin' where I was
What the fuck? She been trippin', got no time for that girl, yeah
I fell back
Come 'cross the track
I'm on the block with them shotters
Get 'em whacked
How many? I can't even stunt, it's a lot of 'em
Plenty money, but I walk 'round this bitch like I ain't got a dollar
Plenty choppers, we spray around this bitch and take care the problem
She wanna fuck and hang around and say she slime
Got seven watches, I can't seem to find no time (Yeah)
They talkin' down and it be fuckin' with my mind (Yeah)
But, shit, I'm good 'cause they ain't never saw me cryin' (Yeah)
Roll with my thugs, you disrespect, we go to jail 'bout it
Put his ass up, ain't thinkin' twice, I'm goin' to hell 'bout it
I show too much love, but, shit, I can't provide for everybody
Say what you thinkin'
Shit what you feelin'? Don't be scared 'bout it
I'm slime
[Chorus]
I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun
I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one
Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin'
I can't leave my past, it's on me bad
I'm tryna step on somethin'
And these designer pants, this ain't no facade
Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired
All this pain I can't hold
I ain't lyin'
Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin'

[Verse 2]
I go hard
Give a fuck 'bout what they talkin'
I'm that boy
I got guards up in the front
But, just incase, Herm got the rod
I got God
Ain't gotta front, I put my faith up in the Lord
Been to jail too many times 'cause I ain't scared to take the charge (Uh-huh)
Diamonds flashin' on these links got me blind
I hide my pain with VVS, I'ma shine
I miss my grandma bad, I'm waitin' on my time
My pass to heaven, probably missed it, I'm so slime (Yeah)
I'm auick to shoot your ass if I miss a dime
I put that boy up in the grave
Can't say nothin' now
Right now a n***a missin' Dave and I can't rhyme
Fell (Fell), then I climbed
These pussy n***as hidin' (On God, man)
[Interlude]
I be goin' hard this ain't no facade
I'm missin' grandpa home, I shouldn't've left out the yard
Yeah
Ain't no turnin' back, n***a
I'm headed to the grave with it

[Chorus]
I just walked inside my show, with a dirty gun
I just drunk a pint, I need some more, I need another one
Put down my cup, then picked it up, it's tryna tell me somethin'
I can't leave my past, it's on me bad
I'm tryna step on somethin'
And these designer pants, this ain't no facade
Get up and chase the money, even when I'm tired
All this pain I can't hold
I ain't lyin'
Get on them xans, you start to playin', I go to firin'