No Hook

Youngan make me the beat, say you know this place's your town (Youngan may make you pay another tip)

Man y'all know what the fuck it was before it even started

Two times, Ruff Way on gang

The Real Jumpman 23 shit

Young nigga

I was born to go and get the K

Eighteen years old, I was born to make a way

Lil' nigga, but this plenty shit stay on my plate

Every night I gotta grind and see a better day

Ain't nobody perfect but I just wanna be great

Chew a perc' and sip the lean and then I meditate

Twist the leaf and light the green and now I'm outer space

Ain't no more room in my circle shit I'm outta space

Ain't no remorse for a pussy if he tryna play

Famous gon leave him where he stay soon as he squeeze the K

And that's some for you gotta go bitch, you go meet the grave

Just praying for my dawg hoping that he beat the case

Look at the blunt when I hit it like this shit might be laced

The way I'm strapped up with them dicks they say he might be gay

Kill all 6 with the stick and this bitch can slice yo' waist

Or use the 44 bulldog when this bitch bite yo' face

(Ugh)

I'm like you must wanna lose your life today

Load up them pistols with extendos then remove the license plate

Whip down with the cutter make it studder you die right away

Cancel any witness just so I won't have to fight the case

Gamble with yo' life don't die tonight yeah that's the price you pay

Sipping on that lean looking mean ain't got shit nice to say

(Ugh, ugh)

I said sipping on that lean looking mean ain't got shit nice to say

Growin' up in that south I had to go out and hustle

Shun my brother, I love him came from the same struggle

I walk some long miles me and Famous just tryna bubble

I cry so many nights I shed some tears can fill a puddle

My heart turned cold like the freezer swear the shit made me tougher

Ain't tryna go back to trapping on the block serving butter

Yeah I got people counting on me I can't let 'em suffer

It's only right I grind hard to take care of my mother (ugh)

Cutter with a stomach where the bottom at

Gotta lotta money and I really know ain't how to act

Don't cross that line pussy bitch we gotta lotta straps

Ain't hitting at yo' legs bitch we focused on where yo' collar at

Bitch you go need a pamper since yo' ass been talking shit

I'ma turn you into a dancer Glock burn like a pot of grits

Know I ain't got no handles but I don't know how to miss

They gon' think I had a camera how I'm shooting at yo' shit