Come on, let's get to talkin', like, alright
I told niggas, you just gotta pay attention
I make this shit, like, real, real vivid for a nigga
You know, this shit be hard, like
Balancin' and jugglin' all this shit, you hear me?

Fresh off a drill
fully focused with six hundred up on my neck
KD my mans, he earned my respect
bitch know 'bout all my hats
My last B, that Drac' was bouncin'
clappin' like a jumping jack
He can't duck these, this ain't Aflac
Nuskie died, how I'm 'posed to react?
The fuck you mean, Shiesty, relax?
Fuck you mean we don't get back?
These niggas ain't never fund no war
I spent a million on gloves and masks
Fuck out my face, grab every rake
load every Drac', this shit all bad
And I ain't never paid for a hit
but I sent bread when somethin' got smashed
Choppa gang wear all black, got static, you get a gray flag
Nigga took what from who in KOD? That shit fell out my pants
I picked up my money, rolled down the ski mask
shot my glizzy until it jammed
Bitch, I ain't never went for a pickpocket
buck, robbery, or a scam, nigga
Out of town, I act like a rap nigga
long as my city know who I am
We made somethin', wrapped the pole front
the halfway house, we did it all on cam
Controllin' the backseat by myself
keep sheddin' tears, long live Dell
Losin' my sleep tryna up the score
'cause you can't get no rest in hell
On a new page in life
used to get pages through the legal mail
I'm fresh as fuck on house arrest
tryna get the feds up off my trail
Run up your M&Ms
make it hard for niggas that wanna get you killed
He bucked my world while I was locked
that's why the twins pistol-whipped him
When you put money on the head
that's just like blackballin' a nigga
He was gangster, now he brewsters
turnt a suspect to a victim
In the streets, could never miss him
now you just see him on pictures
You seen the car, why you ain't make a left?
Goddamn, you hurt a nigga, man
Come on, lil brother, like, we smart
like, you seen, like, come on now
Damn, you hurt us with that one, man, you crushed my soul
Still puttin' on for you, though
can't nobody drive me no more
None of these niggas didn't love you
lil bro, like your mama loved you, lil bro
I hate I can't hug you, lil bro
still dishin' out slugs for you, though
I'm goin' against blood for you
bro, this shit finna get ugly, bro
Still clutchin' one of your poles
still sittin' by the window
I'm still ridin' Striker on them folks
I'm still watchin' everything they post
I'm still headfirst on the lo'
I'ma make niggas honor your soul
Money still callin', hello?
That Drac' still go to all my shows
Still a real-deal slime
my blood gon' be green if I bust my nose
Still remain certified, 37 Mafia, we CMO, blrrd

Blrrd, Big Blrrd, pussy
Motherfuckin' pussy, bitch
Let me hear that lap