[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
If I could die from disses, I probably would've been cremated (I probably would've been cremated)
I came up (M-M-M-Murda) from servin' them sacks of hard to a free baser (Servin' them P's)
Arguin' with God, when I paid the bond, He ain't free Kada (Ain't free lil' man)
You ain't dedicated if you don't hop out on feet chasin' (Feet chasin')
N***as dead broke, say the key to paper is be patient (N***a, fuck that)
But fuck waitin', been tryna bump lately (Fuck that)
Live, local, late breaking
High clucked out ridin' with enough rounds to knock a truck down
You hear that rip sound, n***a, better get down 'fore he get found
Split from a switch round, dead n***a kiss clouds and I'm rich now
And I still ain't switch crowds (I still ain't switched up), can't put my blick' down (Can't put my blick' down)
And I probably never will (I never will)
Red called me from Heaven said, "You better chill"
Maybe it was Hell, but I couldn't tell 'cause I'll answer still (Still I answer for a bro)
I get high and hope that I'll forget my mama's cancer chills
Bullets hurt, made me hooked to yercs, I gotta have my pills
She hurt me first, even at my worst, I still pay half her bills (Pay half her bills)
It's a opp survive, through grace of God, I pray he lack again (Lord, I pray he lackin')
It's OT folks, lowkey want that smoke, I don't be tappin' in (No, I don't be tappin' in)
Real gangsta, I can't speak on no beef I ain't active in (On no beef I ain't active in)
They respect my money 'cause it's bloody, I still actually spin (Blood on my money)
Don't just throw your hood up 'cause you from it, n***a, what have you did? (What you doin' in your hood?)
All I need's a yoly, lil brodie, chops and a pack of cigs
Pitch a tent, and sit out front his crib, right where this n***a live