So much money on me, it won't even fold Hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr I had a dream, rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block Mama, Mama! (What? What?)

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

I'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not

Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know

'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab