Eli

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Yeah

This for them thug ****

You heard me?

We all got them trials and tribulations

All got a lotta **** hatin'

But you know, we gotta capitalize off that shit

You heard me?

Yeah

Bitch, I really be rappin', all my **** really be trappin'

You heard me?

But, tell me what's the difference, though?

This for Lil' Ben

Shoot out ending, boy, you know that we with it

I done did it again

This for them **** that post in them trenches

They callin' again

(Young Boy, the money good, he right here, I'ma zip him)

I'm fallin' again

That's my ****, if he down, I'ma lift him

Roll up a gar, start up the car

Let's get off in some shit

Montana say he think somebody snitchin'

In the clique

This shit ain't playin', ain't no chillin'

How worser can it get?

Let it play out, 'cause if it's true

Then I'ma split his shit

I'll cut his water short, I put that on my son

We get it in, how we live, they don't know

Death at the corner, Devil on me

My heart cold

Heard these **** want it

Grab the gun, it's time to rob

Creep through the house, we left off shots

The first minute we see 'em

MAC, bought a suppressor, once I bust it

They'll never hear 'em

Bitch, we really steppin', he want pressure

I wouldn't wanna be him

Till that **** die, I'll open fire

Every time I see him

Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo

That we gon' get 'em, though

Every day, I'm runnin' with some hittas

Straight up out that fo'

Really big B livin', sellin' drugs

Right up off the porch

Play around with my money, I'll squeeze his neck

Until he fuckin' choke

'Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the ****

That ratted on me

Got these tats in my face, and I'm screaming B-A

What the fuck do you mean, it's tatted on me

I'ma post in the north with a TEC up on me

I'ma walk through the mall with a check up on me

Got a gun on my waist, let you know I don't play that

I want a **** for to take it from me

I heard these pussy **** hatin' on me

I guess that he pray to the Devil

They know that we stay 'bout whatever

If he play, then you know we gon' stretch him

I'm runnin' with some cold steppers

They don't got no mind, they reckless

Said he gon' rob me, you know I won't let him

Stay with that glock and you know I'm a felon

This for Lil' Ben

Shoot out ending, boy, you know that we with it

I done did it again

This for them **** that post in them trenches

They callin' again

(Young Boy, the money good, he right here, I'ma zip him)

I'm fallin' again

That's my ****, if he down, I'ma lift him

Roll up a gar, start up the car

Let's get off in some shit

Montana say he think somebody snitchin'

In the clique

This shit ain't playin', ain't no chillin'

How worser can it get?

Let it play out, 'cause if it's true

Then I'ma split his shit