Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

Don't recognize you You ain't a friend to me yet Look I ain't did shit to you yet I ain't even shit on you yet You ain't my enemy yet But you ain't a friend to me yet Now I see the fear and the threats I see that it's hard to connect I see niggas calling

Look thru my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Burning in hell, but don't deserve to be Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me Just because they've heard of me

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

If, you don't know, who I be You better ask somebody about me Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy I, know, you, know I'm, on,

Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright We gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright When you know, we been hurt, been down before, nigga When my pride was low, lookin' at the world like, "where do we go, nigga?" And we

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my