text: Bitch nigga
  Nigga bitch
  Oogie-boogie nigga
  Sniff it up
  Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday, didnt even bring shit or bottles, just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga
  Yeah, ayo
  Scammin niggas maxin out, ratchet bitches actin out
  God made me sell crack so Id have somethin to rap about
  Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about?
  I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasnt shit to brag about
  And I cant draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit
  Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
  I dont do no sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
  She dont like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin shifts
  Yeah, you niggas bringin out the old me 
  Im tryna live to 93 and see the old me
  When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
  Serve the beast, Caprice aint got no heat, man, it was cold G
  Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
  Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
  Crime fuckin pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
  Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I wont take the stand
  Yeah, VL niggas trap it out
  Lord let me hit this ho so I have something to rap about
  Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
  This shit wasnt no joke, sittin in that cage, this shit was draggin out
  Diego trippin cause Im sittin, aint no package out
  He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
  Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin out the old me 
  Im tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me 
  Ayo
  Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit
  This sound like the boat I havent bought yet
  This sound like the moment I jump off it
  Sun shinin, cold water fillin in my pockets
  This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with
  We hold our breath like grudges til we nauseous
  We hop out, let the sun dry us like raisins
  We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit, its amazing
  We look like Polo ads but skin is darkened
  I gotta move cautious cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches
  I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now Im a businessman
  I started gettin moola as youngin, now I got bigger hands
  To hold em, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
  I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin corn, no crops
  You messy and get cleaned up with the mop
  I went to school and I aint miss it a lot
  So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance
  I cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me
  R.I.P. tees cause these motherfuckers is dead to me
  Nail is in the coffin, murder, murder
  Im sick of yall niggas and I aint coughin, I know me
  Yall often anxious, lost in yall thoughts and I dont relate
  So keep that energy away from me
  Dont blame me, cause you aint got it figured out
  You aint got the bigger house, the jig is up
  You jealous, dawg, my afro long, Ill pick it out
  Like cotton on some basic, shit is off
  We aint adjacent
  Im grounded like the pavement, we aint linkin like the bracelet broke
  Better get your wrist that hold on the thoughts you get and go
  The fuck away, cause niggas get they faces broke
  I just got a thumbs up and niggas go, like, Good job
  You better find a shoe store and get your sole
  Get it quick and slip it on
  And Ill be in My-konos, lemonade, sippin slow
  Jumpin in the water off that boat I havent bought yet, bitch
  One take
  Let me hear that
  I meant to say Mykonos 
  I think that he died from alcohol 
  But if you write dog shit, it doesnt do any good what you die—
  Teach the parents to be civilized people, becau—