Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

On Tree, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On me, industry niggas the worst, actin' like they from the dirt On me, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On Tree, all of them niggas I birth, tryna put me in a

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) That's when I got up and left Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold The

I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on ebay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up they jaw like freeway, Cause every hit records spit instant like replay, Hold the line I got ya momma on 3-way, Tell

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got love for us, but what about last year? I remember what you said behind our back And you sweared to your god that we wouldn't do shit. We are the new kings. I don't forget! Take a look at who's standing before

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

Makes me feel like I'm a modern man In line for a number but you don't understand Like a modern man And the people behind me, they can't understand In my dream I was almost there But we're wasted And that's why we're still waiting So I wait my turn, I'm