Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone When my story is over and my song is done All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother

Being a low life 'Cause I'm a low life, and I'm lovin' it No you can't change something that you don't understand Livin' it up, livin' it up I got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand I'm a low life, so fucking deal with it I'm livin' it up,

Mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low Smokin' on the low Schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect Like everyone I know What more can I say now? I still been drinkin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low

I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

Slaughterhouse! Life handed me lemons I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars