Got a short fuse and a big team, this time it's

Charlie Chopped It Up

And my sig been the Sauer with the beam, hardly got a tag, right, I

Speak the language of the streets and the class, I'm a polyglot

Got 1, 2, 3, shorties from my past that would date and commit to a foursome, that's poly math

Look

**** make my stomach turn, it's a spiral, the blues made them waters home like a Poliwag

They be even more famous in the pokey, Dex mighta had a show up in that bitch, I could prolly ask

Debt settlement with sticks thinning cast stones, **** should be cast iron, they gon make it out safe

I ain't even outside, try not to be out late, but cuz of where I stay it still be clips in my outtakes

**** sent me back home, ain't have no plan, held bread from me knowin I could get my wig split

Ironically, I copped a Lincoln with the theater sound, ain't a bush to beat around, I been poppin big shit

Saratoga looked like paradise and was Hell

They was holdin all the cards, they had one tell

Long as **** stayed up out the way, I'd survive, but wake up in cold sweats while flashbacks stacked of gun shells, blunt smoke and blood smells

Know that I grew up well

Two parents, not a lotta struggle, name rung bells

When it was hard we had each other through it all, Doin Everything Alone Dumb, friends stood and some fell

Doin.Everything.Alone.Dumb

Even as an acronym, I drove myself to death through 50-song runs

Neurochemically I had to step up out my zone, but tight as man to man is, it's all covered when that zone come

And Outwest ain't no Zone 6

Them **** never start to love you when they start to see them songs hit

My hood love me for the wrong shit

I did enough for festivals but not enough to make them songs stick

I try to keep it to the songs cuz shorties want love, I never gave that but I can give em… ay

My body count undercover but the clip stay on John Wick