作词 : Taurus Tremani Bartlett/D. McFarlane

作曲 : Taurus Tremani Bartlett/D. McFarlane

Mustard on the beat, ho

My youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He ****ed up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that **** gang

My cousin got indicted dealing *******

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame

I used to starve, now I’m blowing up like propane

Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won’t change"

We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow

Catch an opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload

Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole

Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo

Seven figure *****, tryna maximize them three o's

Before the bag, I was ****ing all the freak ho's

Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' *****,

I'm like D. Rose

"Cap, how you make it out this ****?"

I got the cheat code

Way more to life then just the hood,,

I'm trying to reach goals

Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone,

I miss your sweet soul

Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those

Better not go talkin to them people, better keep closed

My youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He ****ed up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that **** gang

My cousin got indicted dealing *******

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame

I used to starve, now I’m blowing up like propane

Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won’t change"

We hold a grudge and we want blood,

We can't look past the issue

Play with us then and you gon' die,

*****, it's kinda simple

Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you

Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you

Condolences to yo family,

They gon' have to miss you

Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark,

That's if I pass the signal

My right hand mans,

He got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol

Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a ***** play foul

You would think we had a whistle

Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials

Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle

I fell in love with dollar signs,

Won't let my mind forget you

**** it off, we spend it all on fast cars,

And shining crystals

My youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He ****ed up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that **** gang

My cousin got indicted dealing *******

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame

I used to starve, now I’m blowing up like propane

Told my inner-self, "I promise you I won’t chang