12 Hunna on the beat
DJ Flippp, make the money flip
Ooh, ayy
14, 14, 14, yeah, yeah
In rack city counting up the four
I was trapping, getting it by my lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke , bitch
You wan touch then you get poked , bitch
Run my hood like the pope , bitch
They thought I was dead but Im still alive
I just needed time to relax, bitch
I just needed time, now Im back, bitch
The money coming faster than it ever did
Please play this at my funeral
If I die tomorrow, tell my mama that Im sorry for the life I chose
But this the life I chose
Mama, Im sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she aint fuckin with me
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more 
No more, no more, no more, no more 
No more, no more, no more, no more 
I see more tombstones than the undertaker 
And if we fuck now we cant cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up
Brrat, I got them pounds and that aint from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing Im shooting fuck up Gods creation
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing?
Woah, oh, thats a vest? Well its your mind Im aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and Percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her, woah
In rack city counting up the four
I was trapping, getting it by my lone