Music: JR 808
Through all the crimes, nights with my mask, ain't no build a case
Klear head, I'm still pissed off, nigga I smashed the vase
**** cameras if they on, knock out them footage tapes
Spazzed out, need three 10s or drink just to hold me sane
White na haulin' big shine through the five states
CHP bust, quick left-right — them niggas shake
Ion text back right now, got me pills to take
Nigga I been big haulin' shit, need to hit the Jake
(Beat breathes, drop your tone)
They made me cold-hearted
Big bro wanna be me, he ain't no James Harden
Cully knock — shhh, movie already over
Doc office — my ass get to coughin' just to pour me more
If I get my out head, light squeeze, watch him dosey doe
Down on my ass, what make you think I got a moral code?
Every nigga wanna live forever — I make you immortal, bro
You only got a few left, I still got 1000 more
You only got 1 mag, I still got 6 to load
Every 4th is a tracer, thought I ain't shoot no moe?
Never underestimate my opp — it's round for round we go
Sht I seen, I won't come home — go head, lock the door
Na got some sht off my chest — big bench press
Got real time carryin' bro, he up in a stretch
Leave 10k round them — that's the real test
So hit when that 50 lick, nun them n**s stress