TouchofTrent be wildin' with itI pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin'I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signsAnd I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin'These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him dieBah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphicYou gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragicAnd you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't MaddenAll that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanishYeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughtsAnd you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lostAnd make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't boughtBooka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross meThey turnt their back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost meI put baguettie inside the Cartier because I'm feelin' bossyThey feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "Call me"I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw meYeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed itFuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tabletsLean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tabletI tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't establishedYou do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casketI did shit for niggas without them askin'I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin'I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all now even though I got itYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahThis shit was different, we was together like ten years agoAnd I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the brosThe one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoesAnd some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still showsI never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sistersOne hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hookerCut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to stay I'm a butcherBitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm MuslimI talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'"He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open"I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'"You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin'He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motionBro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotionI know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral momentMy dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponentAnd I like talkin' to the streets, likeWhen you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, likeTell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' backYou gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'?Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah)You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille isKnow what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'?The voiceYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah