(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga