Well he's gotta do something for a living these days
Dying ain't much of a living boy
On the way to building shit
I'm finna fight, you grind my gears
I had the illness for a while
Imma question your words like...
I'm tryna get the cash for me and my peeps
I'm talking weed and checks and rolling Ps
She tried to blow the sex
I told that bitch come here and wet the reed
You bring your girls, I'll wet your team
Two bros just texted me(texted me)
They wanna plot and scheme
Gotta get the money(money)
And if it's not a joke, then its goin happen
Any means necessary, you scary
I'm that phantom from the cemetery
If there ain't no beat(ain't no beat)
Freak in the sheets(in the sheets)
If I set the mission call of duty, use my secondary
If they sending shots don't need no dictionary to write my piece
Write my piece(write my piece)
Write my piece(write my piece)
I just write my piece(write my piece)
Need no movie screen(movie screen)
You can see if you fuck wit me then we
I don't know why they started talking now
I keep the peace and they don't bang but they start dropping now
I mean I can't complain at least man I don't have to walk em down
That's the reason they in coffin now
Ain't keep it P that's what your bro do
And I ain't even open pro tools
And gas the peddle when we driving
Started hearing all the sirens
Capping bitch and now she old news
Had to pull that bitch to the side cause she ain't local
Go loko, go crazy, go stupid
I totaled the whip and I don't give a fuck, going global
It flows so clean because the motor spin
Around the block still in apartments feel the Oprah Wind
Free all of my dogs, if I die I know that we all goin spin
Trippin till the destination till then man we all goin sin, damn