Every day is like B-Day, we gang Keep the flames on the candles, we cut cake I'm from the block with the robbers My bro called the body, they said the boy upstate Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starving, now I got a dumb plate Keep it coming, it's never enough, hey I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcake Niggas get behind me, I speed up the one way Do that, I'll make it out one day Do that, I'll make it out some way We trappin' Monday to Sunday But the street life ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart I ain't never ridin' my school bus, yeah Gettin' off that bar I ain't never needed my shoe tug, yeah They forgot that part The cat got red eyes, that's a little fast car, yeah Caught him on a dead ride, he ain't get that far, ayy Bucked up a million times just cause my head hard, ayy All these niggas tough until that last bar Rapper wanna beef with me, another dead star But my shooters on his ass, won't get a head start I pop out with the chop, don't get cut up We tend to pop out of cut up Ain't got no money to shut up Bitch, I be posted like, what up? Glocky on me, I got one up He wanna play with me, I pick the gun up Bitch, I'm a trap to the sun up Bitch, I been busy, got money to run up Every day is like B-Day, we gang Keep the flames on the candles, we cut cake I'm from the block with the robbers My bro called the body, they send that boy upstate Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starving, now I got a numb plate Keep it comin', it's never enough, hey I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcake Bitch, get behind me, I speed up the one-way Do that, I'll make it out one day Do that, I'll make it out somewhere We trappin' money, that's Sunday But the street life ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart Bitch, ain't run that shit up, boy, I already did it I'm with some n****s, make n****s admit it Some blood in the street, make it harder to get it People don't spark up a beat, we can link it and finish it I'm really from 919, Apache Really stood in that rank, can't you stand it? Really slid on them blocks and was blamin' It ain't shit, get a fuck, n***a vanished I ain't talked to the reaper like Billy and Mandy Millionaire in this shit still ain't dead Got the world on my shoulders, this shit can get heavy I said, fuck it, I ain't trippin' bout shit, bitch, I'm ready Was a problem, but that boy a veggie I was born in this shit, I'm my daddy Livin' life like some shit off a Bentley You can come get the chop like it's deli I pop out with the chop, don't get cut up We tend to pop out of cut up Ain't got no money to shut up Bitch, I be postin' like, what up? Glocky on me, I got one up He wanna play with me, I pick the gun up Bitch, I'ma trap to the sun up Bitch, I been busy, got money to run up Every day is like B-Day, we gang Keep the flames on the candles and cut cake I'm from the block with the robbers My bro called the body, they said that boy upstate Got anxiety, bitch, I been up late I was starving, now I got a dumb plate Keep it comin', is ever enough, hey I been wildin', bitch, I been a nutcase He get behind me, I speed up the one way Do that, I'll make it out one day Do that, I'll make it out some way We trappin' money this Sunday But the street life ain't that hard, yeah Hundred racks on a NASCAR I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah Shawty want my black heart I ain't got no feelings, I'm that hard, yeah