But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too Murda on the beat so it's not nice I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor And we couldn't pay the rent so it's a notice on the door The neighbors been noticed so what I'ma front for? Using pennies

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings) I broke so many hearts Hope it's no hard feelings Southside on the track, yeah Evil Genius Gucci season Brrr! Brrr! Haha Guwop, wizop

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

Metro, let's try something (dope) It's Drop top If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco Known for toting guns and it's what I'm on probation for

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a