Picture me rolling
No gutter ball, I be bowling
The Butter call, I'm holding

The other line for my homie
He told me, go undergrind on 'em, homie
I caterpill'd to the top and I butterfly'd on 'em slowly

Blow me, you (*##$es popping bologna
I've been at it since I was rocking Saucony
I was up in them Pony's, couldn't get the new Jordans

Now I'm rocking new Foamies and anything they put on me
[All eyes on me]
Get a glimpse of a ^!$$%

Bet your (*##$ put her lips on a ^!$$%
We in the strip for the paper
Have these ^!$$%s just waiting for a favor

Better holler at your neighbor
I be out of town, working on a label
HP, yeah, you know I started from the bottom

Seen a little light, now look how I got 'em
$#&@ it, I'm back thumping, I stay bumping that new %#@!
Death before dishonor, I never meet the pool stick

I'm amped, boy, I'm back on my bull%#@!
Don't make me wax you ^!$$%s and run to the pulpit
They love when I talk ig'nant

$#&@ y'all, mind your own business
Yeah, I hock a loogie at the camera man
Pac style loaded, about to do the hammer dance

Four-five ^!$$%s in the ambulance
Nine in my right, .45 in my other hand
Yeah, I took it back to the trap house

Them little boys got it looking like the frat house
I'm in that route until that mother$#&@er map out
Black out, all I see is money in this rap out

Them ^!$$%s begging me to tap out
I'm going in like a fat ^!$$% when the snacks out
Yeah, I keep flowing 'til they tap out

Sleep on me, make a ^!$$% snap out, wake him up
I try my best not to break 'em up
At the same time, try and get my paper up

If you don't like it, I don't love it
You ain't talking money, we ain't talking nothing
Funny how them ^!$$%s get to acting Ruffin

Make a couple dollars, think they doing something
^!$$%s pillow talkin, talking with my old hype
That's a constant problem I be dealing with my whole life

Gold white pinky ring shining like a strobe light
Fake sneak dissing, this is really what I don't like
Lowlife, step into the mind of a real ^!$$%

I can't play no games, ain't no spades, I can't deal with ya
Deal pickle, about to go bananas
Yapping and they yelling

Focus on that guacamole before you lose your melon
Who you telling? I have been here before
Like a three-time felon, gel'n

Bailing through the streets like it's hell up on my feet
Heaven in my eyes, I can't dwell up on defeat