Swingin', burnin' tires, leave the good to grieve Then I heard it's bout some niggas sayin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me, take the Satan cause I'm blessin' this I feel the stress, don't feel no stress, I felt the stress They gon' come murderin' us, murderin' us Mama wore me, papa's on me, that's the shorty shit Gettin' guap before when I was 14, Glock was .40 Kick it, box your jaw for blottin' on me Hoppin' lonely grits with problems, coppers hoppin' on me G's from government, mitts ride up on me, choppers on me Krakow, Maury, Kix, Kix, God was for me, dots was on me Blew up ever since then, grew up ever since then Screwed up ever since then, took offs ever since then Now big homie, take my time, now big homie Niggas out of time, big homie, money out of pocket Homie, money out of pocket, niggas pockets on me Tried but let him live, I was only six When I crept up in the crib, feltin' sick What I did, what I did, did, knock it on me Now it's in my pocket, homie, I got my pockets on me Dig it, nigga, drop it, homie For the love of spread, mama's butter bread Man, I probably should be dead Wasn't cuz of what I said, what I did Dezzy, Effin', Kruger, Draco Euros, pounds, and dollars, peso Money, hoes, and power, Draco High ones, rifle, shotgun, Draco I can't a nigga see, I ain't got no type of gang I'm on this Hennessy, and I'm quick to shoot the thing But fuck that, one of my young niggas, I took the charge I'm stackin' loot, mothafucka, look at my acid bars Rocky, Rocky, hold on one second, bro Rocky's Hector, bro Rocky, this is Hector, bro We gotta hold on one second, bro It's an issue goin' on back here Grandma was a Catholic, and mama was a Christian My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison No Jehovah Witnesses, but I'm from kinda different They don't leave no witnesses, so folk just mind they business These days, I just practice all the good from all religions So plead the Fifth Amendment, or you're gonna be the victim So get up off my YKK The president of A.O. What we prayin' for, JFK All we got was KKK, a.k.a. A.K. that you target Not from Target, but from Walmart Fuck them boys, no K.Y. with this S.K. Leave them D.O.A., A.R. and A.E.R. It's the state of mind of every state Say your grace, you better pray With the brothers, guns for my brother Came from the gutter, cocaine in the butters Razor fucks metal, she playin' the dumber Came in the Hummer, skate with your mother The word of the matter, she blow out the fizzer My kit mr fata, so I get fizzed The word of the matter, she blow out the fizzer My kit mr fata, so I get fizzed The word of the matter, she blow out the fizzer My kit mr fata, so I get fizzed The word of the matter, she blow out the fizzer My kit mr fata, so I get fizzed Basically fada, the gun Or the butter You hear me, you understand what I'm saying Well it's really butter, well it's really butter Guns you can get that butter all day