01'Beigecamry

Ayy, free Ol' Baby, man

This—, this one from the heart

My day-ones all angels

A hundred twenty degrees in threes, work all angles

My brother died early, got his halo

Been in a section that I can't go

I never gave with my change out

No Jesus piece on me, can never take the slave route

My five-point point from my heart straight to Allah

I'm not a stone, but I'm pourin' five in every picture

I'm not a black man, I'm just a ****

I'm not a victim, know I pull triggers, you know how being broke is

Robbed ya mans 'cause I'm feeling hopeless, ****, where the dope is?

I'm snorting coke just to boost focus

Making plays off my bitch boost mobile

'Cause I'm a janky **** and all of the plugs know me

Makin bread turn to toast on two coastals

Makin Ps move all postal, talkin 'bout bread, y'all just loafin'

If I spot you then I squeeze, all this jammin' got me slow

Couple opp **** that's not breathing

I don't fuck with Rae no mo', told police we the reason

Bro code, now we all laying low

They sent my brother up the road

I just wish **** would be themselves and stop tryna be hot

'Cause these **** get in trouble and get everybody caught

Lost my brother Stove, lost a fat piece of my heart

Lost in this world, I was praying for some **** to rob

Unemployed cracker manager won't get me a job

Never begging, If I ain't got it, I run in your spot

In fact, I entertain that option a lot