[Hook x2]
I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks n***a
I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob n***a
I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
Pulling n***as cards, taking n***as dope, breaking n***as hoes

[Verse 1]
I got a letter in the mail, it's my brother up in jail
In the back it's Kroger sales, in the middle doctor bills
If I pay him I'll be broke, I got costs up in court
I've got house rent and car notes, I'm gon' have to sell some dope
If I don't then man I lose, number one in ghetto rules
I'm about to act a fool, though I'm tryin' to keep my cool
Kids in school so I think I'm gon' have to rob a bank
Meditation of a stang, I'm about to bring the pain
On the walls the plans I drew, plotted, bald 'em up, pursued 'em
I don't really want to do it, but to mell it's nothing to it
If they move then bitch they dead, 'cause I'm scoping with that red
Children please don't get mislead, 'cause we fucking with the feds
Yet it all started from scratching, mixing boards to gangsta rapping
Then to pistol packing, s-izz-atanic, psychopathic, k-izz-idnapping
Guilty your honor no, I didn't mean to cut her throat
Fucking trials and tribulations when a n***a trying to come up in this hoe

[Hook x2]
I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks n***a
I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob n***a
I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
Pulling n***as cards, taking n***as dope, breaking n***as hoes
[Koopsta talking]

[Verse 2]
Out in the cold, gots no home, no place to call my own
What type of friend gonna tell me "hear, don't come no more"?
Go get to loading up my ammo 'cause I'm under stress
Fresh with no patience for no job, so n***a pack your vest
Raise up off this pit 'fore I click and you'll be fucked with
10 in Memphis, it's a curfew, guess who's runnin' shit
I want them ends, dividends, don't make me stress the fact
Crack dealers, shot callers, big ballers, watch your back
Rat-tat-tat, let that gat up out that window
Pay the cost, drop it off, don't make a move hoe
Though I'm thinking to myself "this is a deadly sin"
Yet he moved an inch, gon' have to do his funky ass in
I want them riches, fuck them bitches, trying to get a fucking Bentley
Fuck you n***as acting silly, shit, you'll get sprayed
Don't need no fuckin' charge partner just to get me paid
Fuck a premeditate, make them bitches spread in twelve ways

[Hook x2]
I beat the charge, now I'm back up on the rocks n***a
I swear for god I'm 'bout to motherfucking rob n***a
I let that Calico ra-ta-tat for the money flow
Pulling n***as cards, taking n***as dope, breaking n***as hoes
[Outro: Koopsta Knicca sample]
The Koopsta Knicca's a cap peeler