Vertino

You know

Life is good, man

Life is good

Yeah

Told you

I told you, I told them ****

You can't fuck with me, ****

Brrr

Yeah

No fucking love, ****

Seen a fiend find a vein in her ankle to shoot it

Shot that pussy **** in his knee like we draining some fluid

Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it

Stupid

The renegade, you been afraid

Shot penetrated my shoulder, still didn't knock the chip away

My heart only got colder

Yeah, cold as Minnesota in October

Yola in the pot swoll up

Stop, hold up

Talk to 'em

They starting to holla what I sing

They following my thing

They gotta acknowledge me as king, ****

Nah, this is God level, Ferarr' yellow

Buying every switch, burn 'em with the stick, like marshmallow

You thirty-something and broke, still driving a bitch car

Talking 'bout you out getting licks off

I was so comfy in the hood, I can trap with my kicks off

Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff

Bitch, I'm the big dawg

Draw them plays like I'm coach Kerr holding the clipboard

I take time out, I got Warriors on my bench, Chris Paul

Whenever I'm triggered, my trigger finger itch more

Reach in my pocket, I could pull hunnids out by the fistful

Look

Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong

Y'all better go back, do your Google research and look some more

Watch them Youtube vids 'bout the man with them bullet scars

West and Butch will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off

Verses was eye popping, we sky rocketed

My mind shine like diamonds in one of Westside watches

Went from buying sixty-two grams to going pie shopping

My shooter on tour with me, he just was on Crime Stoppers

Facts, ****

Shit, they still looking for him

**** had a brick, gave me two thousand to cook it for him

'Chine give the go, **** hit your top with a bullet for him

I get big money at will, when I'm putting letters together, I Wheel Of Fortune

I show **** love, somehow I'm still the villain for it

She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important

That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring

Six in the morning, police at my door

Guns by the bed, money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep callin', time to up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep coming for more

My style is minimalistic, plain Jane, simplistic

I'm like Ace and Money Mitch, but really on some pimp shit

Falling off ain't too realistic, **** telling tales

Could sell you news stories, but this crack still sells

Rule number one, never ghost the clientele

Fiends lining at my door, they need that shit now

Ten crack commandments, yo, I knows it too well

This the same dope I'm dishing out, just on a different scale

Let me break it down if you don't see the vision still

You see, I got them hooked on the real

I bossed up and went to Columbia for the deal

Like, fuck the pop a pill shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel

Scarcity in the market, now I'm expanding the margin

And it's only a problem if the product ain't what is promised

'Cause any competition get demolished

These **** know my shit hit the hardest

To be honest, graduated from the school of hard rock with my honors

Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom

Used to cook it at my grandmama's spot, we was starving

Right or wrong, the truth be timeless, block away from Marcy Projects

We was prospects

Gaining knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets

Tryna make a profit

In order to afford every object we desire

Like, one day I'll retire

But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fucking fire

Six in the morning, police at my door

Guns by the bed, money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep callin', time to up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep coming for more