And I

Can I tell my side of a street ****? Yeah

Can I tell my side?

On the block from 9 to 5 we gettin' paper

In the middle of the jungle with that burner on me

For them long nights, we grind 'cause we had nothin'

Look, I just want that money, stuff them hunnids of me

My partner lost his mind when he switched sides

Now he crossed the line

But I just want that bread and **** want me dead, yeah

Give a fuck 'bout what they said, I'm yellin', fuck the rest

It's like they wanna take from me

Ever since that I came they puttin' dirt on my name

In public, they don't say nothin'

'Cause they know I'm with the shit, this forty came with a dick head

Came up from nothin' from that two piece of chicken

But, **** I love, they hate the fact that I'm gettin' rich

But what goes around comes around (Comes around)

Gotta watch my back 'cause they plottin' to gun me down

I'm goin' through this day after day

I kept it real with you bitches, I would've killed for my ****

It's funny how people change on me

And this the story of my life, cross my heart and hope to die, yeah

And I, I'ma keep it gangsta till the day I die

And I could never be a snitch without no paperwork, they tellin' lies

And, ****, this time, oh, I'm pullin' up, it's homicide

I'ma shut it down

And I know they gon' hate on three for whatever

They think they be playin' crazy

Boy, fuck that lil' three-eighty, FNN in my jeans

When I unload, shoot this bitch and aim it

Yellin', fuck who and all they came with, hope they die, that's on me

And, bitch, it's homicide when I get out, I

Just don't testify (Testify)

**** plot on me, get shot in they sleep, solo mission, I'm gone

Give a fuck who rock with three, all I got is me, I did this shit on my own

They say you wrong, that **** did it

**** ain't gettin' it like they say they livin'

Sound like a bitch and some messy ho business

Won't catch me ridin' with a messy ho with me

It's a collision, love my religion

Elijah Muhammad, tell Allah I'm with it

Due to the fact that my soul is so wicked

Break on a bitch, I got hoes on restriction

And I, I'ma keep it gangsta till the day I die

And I could never be a snitch without no paperwork, they tellin' lies

And, ****, this time, oh, I'm pullin' up, it's homicide

I'ma shut it down

And I know they gon' hate on three for whatever