What’s happenin’ chi chi
I got more problems now then i had when i was broke
Gotta cross the street, what you mean you jumped up off the porch
Witnessed close family members get hooked on the dope
I’m right back in that box with my back on the road
I didn’t get drafted but i spent ten thousand on a coat
Spent five thousand on her #ss, i’m just being honest, i ain’t tryna brag
I thought that with me blowing up, was gon’ help me find my dad
Turned the cadillac to a tesla, i wouldn’t dare to stop to get gas
Put two hands on my steering wheel, they praying a n#gg# crash
I could do bad on my own, what i need them for?
f#ck her then i fall back, just like sеptember
I know n#gg#s who can’t call back, she gon’ lеt me film her
Money bring problems, f#ck it, i’m ready to solve ’em
Pay the b#tch to get a gun license, bring back me a revolver
My momma say she don’t like it when i ride ’round with choppers
I told her she can’t get another son, but i can get a lawyer
Couple chains rose gold like i dipped ’em in flowers
Really from the hood, my hype man really is a robber
If she was solid when you was cheating, she was cheatin’ too
Why you wanna take some off my plate when i was feeding you
I watched doughboys turn to kingpins, i watched hellcats turn to demons
I flew her out for a weekend, 〈.?.〉 playin’ defense
Gotta murk three of them, talking revenge
I don’t feel safe 〈.?.〉
It ain’t safe for them either
If they steal the home base, 〈.?.〉 try to die
He was in the wrong place, he a target and we pray we hit it, like we was on a long date
Make sure yo’ phone straight
He done ran out of hideouts
Doing fed time so if you catch him, he gon’ go to lockup
Got a hood b#tch, she don’t want fa nothing, she sell her own products
Couple n#gg#s stayed down, couple n#gg#s left without us
Wish i could’ve told joe, “don’t hit that lick”, it was gon’ be sour
Dirty money, still spin, i bring it with me in the shower
We gon’ catch you lacking, i ain’t tryna go and shoot they house up
Thinkin’ ’bout dave, i still ain’t forgave myself
We stopped in new york, we ain’t have a gun, i bought a blade from the knife store
Social media, you n#gg#s really tryna die over internet posts
If you is, that’s cool with me
It ain’t no rules with me
It ain’t no rules at all, i’m lyin’, if you tell, you lose it all
Section 8, three to the bed, sometimes we couldn’t move at all
Knockin’ at the door, love don’t live here no more, got evicted, had to go
Dracos and some glocks, i brung ’em with me at the show
How long will they mourn me?
I’m missing al my homies (yeah)
My heart vacant, i wish they wouldn’t have abandonded me (yeah)
Lately, i ain’t been talkin’ to family (yeah)
For the ones i love, i give ’em distance (yeah)
Fifty racks, i made that this week (yeah)
Where i’m from, watch your brother, that sh#t get this deep (yeah)
I can’t trust no woman on this earth, don’t blame me, i’m sorry
’cause i f#ck n#gg#s b#tches that i thought was loyal
Hunnid k to the side, ain’t for if i go broke, that’s for my lawyer
What’s happenin’ chi chi
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