LEX (EVERY WORKHORSE GOES TO HEAVEN)

Keep it gangster and sharp, it's not hard to tell us apart

I'm smokin' a lot, I smoke in front of the law

I tote in the front of the law

Say they outside, they frauds

I'm still stuck in that field, they still stuck in that lawn

I'm still stuck in that mode, we got ditties and bo's

They goin' and gone

Thirteen hundred a pop, thirteen hundred for pop

I'm still stuck in my cup, I'm still stuck in that trench

I'm still stuck in that Wock', ****, it's never gon' stop

I should've bought some stock

I should've bought a new MacBook, but I got a Glock

My papa want a big ass truck

So I'ma get my daddy that big ass truck

Trap, tryna get rich as fuck

I'm on the flight everyday with a bag, big ass bud

The bitch with a big ass butt, what Denzel say

I'm a **** from 'round the way

When I'm leavin', I'm leavin' with somethin'

When I'm comin', I'm comin' with thunder, uh

We was baggin' up work backstage, really, I can't stop hustlin'

They breakin' the third rule every time, love makin' assumptions

**** be lunch and where I step like a percussion

Where I look, the reflection of God

I'm a real ****, so my mama love me

I'm pushin' Tigray every time

Anywhere, everywhere, even at functions

I told ***, cross that line

I'ma let the G43X crush 'em

Last time hoes tried to press my line

I was on the other side of the country

Now I'm 'round the way, now I can't see none of these ****

**** must've lost his mind, bitch must have lost her mind

She think I was chasin' her, like she's mine

Like I'm one of these ****

Baby, I ain't Superman, with this pistol I'm convinced

That ain't no body in this bitch got bulletproof skin