Mustard on the beat, ho
00:22
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
00:23
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
00:26
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
00:29
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
00:32
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
00:35
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
00:38
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
00:41
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
00:44
We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow
00:47
Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload
00:50
Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole
00:53
Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo
00:56
Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's
00:59
Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's
01:02
Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose
01:05
Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code
01:08
Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals
01:11
Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul
01:14
Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those
01:17
Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed
01:20
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
01:23
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
01:26
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
01:29
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
01:32
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
01:35
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
01:38
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
01:41
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
01:44
We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue
01:47
Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple
01:50
Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you
01:53
Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you
01:56
Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you
01:59
Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal
02:02
My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol
02:05
Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul
02:08
You would think we had a whistle
02:10
Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials
02:11
Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle
02:14
I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you
02:17
Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals
02:20
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
02:23
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
02:26
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
02:29
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
02:32
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
02:35
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
02:38
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
02:41
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
02:44
