text: One thing I learned in this game
  Is these rap niggas aint real at all
  Be real, I dont pillow talk
  We was on Sharpneck knocking pillows off
  We will pull up on your block
  See wich one of yall wanna get involved
  Put the strap in they mouth like dental floss
  And make the hardest motherfuckas turn pillow soft
  Ok, I been in charge
  Serve yall niggas like tennis balls
  Most of these rappers Trynna get a name
  They do anything for attention dog
  2-2-3 Go through fucking bricks
  So, imagine what would happen if it hit your car
  Try do a drive by you wont get that far
  Niggas act like they riding till they shit get parked
  You aint know that I been had heart
  None of yall pussies can see me nigga
  For all yall niggas thats throwing shots
  Have the same attitude when you see me nigga
  24K in like 4 days
  I told yall this shit is too easy nigga
  I been said that on my first tape
  Now everybody starting to believe me nigga
  PRPs hang off my ass bitch
  Kur, you gettin that money I am
  You dont gotta ask Bitch
  I was fucked up
  But aint fucked up no more
  Just walked out of 
  Life is a gamble like ocean 11
  Im strapped like Im Brad Pitt
  All of you stretch like gymnastics
  33 Shots in this Glock
  Honestly I did not come here to box
  These rappers keep throwing these shots
  Hoping thats gone get them on top
  I hope that they know that they not
  I hope 
  They try running ou out on the clock
  They just riding my dick n i wish they would stop
  Im at Hibachis the chef on some whole other shit
  He trynna throw shrimp in my mouth
  My niggas move out
  Like they aint pay rent at their house
  Either you in or you out
  Fuck it Im in
  Fs on the buckles again
  Look at this blood i stepped in
  My bitch she left me
  Bitches they come and they go
  Next thing Im fucking her friend
  Killer down, niggas packing 40s
  Serving white and even snatching jewelry
  If you old enough to cross the street
  Then you old enough to get clapped shorty
  If you on another block
  You will get killed or even taxed for it
  We want everything, I need the work
  I need the cream, you aint serving white
  Give me all the pints, other lean
  Thats a .9 nigga what your back felt
  And I swear you a bitch nigga, yea I need zero help
  You bitchin nigga dont pass out
  You might die from like fear or sum
  And I know some niggas thatll let you keep your money
  All they want is your designer belt
  And all my niggas beating cases bitch
  Dumping choppers at your face lil bitch
  Hit you 40 with extended 40s
  Better pray to God if you atheist
  And you aint sucking dick, then you basic then
  Every youngin, they be smoking weed
  Every oldhead they be off the whippets
  Bitches selling pussy for a little
  Just talked to bro and he just made it triple
  Cause you boss, think I wont hit you
  Lil Uzi, he will fuckin flip you
  And I know a youngin playing with them knives
  If I tell him go, he will fuckin split you
  Imma get you even if Im with you
  Dont trust none, dont fuck none
  Of these bitches without a condom
  Cause they be hotter, than the sun
  They be looser, than a goose
  Got more bodies, than they mind
  They sucking dick, if you got a coupe
  Lean from uptown, lean from 
  Im Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
  Lean from uptown, lean from
  Im Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
  I fuck from the back and I do not do anal
  Im beating the pussy that shit looking mangled
  She said Getting money and you not the same
  If I was the same, then I would be broke
  Then she told me focus I swear to God that the bitch talkin the most
  She looking at me and said You a joke
  I grabbed the bitch, pulled down my pants, and told her to choke
  All on my dick 
  All on my dick, Happy Gilmore
  Its all in the hips
  For my chain