Intro

Yeah, what the fuck up ****?

Young rich **** shit, ****

Some you ****, ****, ****, ****

Some of you ****, **** don't know

**** don't know nothing about ****

Fuck you talking 'bout, ****?

And now a **** gon' fuck with me, ****

I don't care about none of you, ****

Know what I'm talking 'bout?

They gon' have to kill me, ****

Be killed or I'ma kill somebody, ****

Fuck ****

Fuck everybody, fuck they mama

Fuck the DA, fuck everybody, fuck the preacher, ****

Fuck whoever ****, **** kids, **** fuck it

Suck my dick and die, ****

Fuck ya auntie that's gon' die next year anyway

I ain't never liked that bitch anyway

Ha, next year need to hurry up and get here

It might come any day, gangsta **** ever did

I'm the realest **** living

Fuck ****, lil' ****

I ride down with my ****

I would go kill for ya

I took some shots for my ****

But I'd do it again for ya

I went to jail for my ****

I do them years for ya

Even my own family cussing me out

I still love ya

I'ma kill three bottles at the same time

I'ma have a **** mammy at the funeral crying

I knew your whole family for a long, long time

Now granny got love for 'em so I let it ride

I think about this shit every time I close my eyes

Ain't gon' never let that lil' shit you did slide

My mama coulda told my kids, ****, how I die

And how a fuck **** cross on the South side

I do not have no love for you ****

Grandma, I'm sorry, your grandson a killer

Grandma so many **** wanna kill me

If they kill me granny, I love you dearly

I'm one of the realest **** from McKinney

Rest in peace Crabby Patty, I miss you

That's the reason i go so hard on these lil' ****

I can not put my heart in these lil' bitches

I don't trust nobody

I just bought four choppers

I just gained four haters

So I'ma catch four bodies

Everybody sellin' chickens

Now everybody got a million

I don't fuck with rap ****

I'm in it  any time and business

Fuck boy wanna go to war with me

Best ain't gettin' no sleep

I'ma let killers sweep, sweep

I'ma let 'em do it every week

I come from the bottom, my ****

You can ask anybody

I do not fuck with them ****

Don't ask how I feel 'bout 'em

I'm sorry, mama, they took your son

They took my brother, I couldn't do nothing

I grab my gun, I load my drum

I load up the gang, we let it run

We killed that ****, hey, hey

I still feel the pain today

It can not take my tears away

I'm just tryna see a brighter day

I'm just tryna see another day

I ain't tryna die right away

I just wanna see my kids grown

I just really wanna live long

I love my bitch, she ratchet

All my young **** savage

Shout out to my deadbeat daddy

Yeah, yeah, shout out to my deadbeat daddy

Yeah, shout out to my pappy, yeah

Ain't never drove my Aston, no

Don't none of my ho relaxin', no

Only last week that hoe head nappy

Everybody know I'm flashy, yeah

I get real with you ****

Starting to feel with you ****

When I went to jail, ****

I did not hear from you ****

I put my trust in that ****

These **** gon' steal from me

I do not love you no more

But you know I did, homie

I got to war for my ****

You know I will, homie

And we can count on this mission

I will not squeal on you

Told my bitch, take off them slippers

I put them heels on 'her

I was down for my respect

And I'm for real, homie

And everybody killin'

I'm on an everybody mission

Everybody can get it

Fuck everybody, ****

Fuck everybody