作词 : Craig Balmoris

作曲 : Craig Balmoris

If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim

Let's say, bad things went down to you when you were a child

And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you

You ever seen your mama strung out while you studied the vision?

Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas?

Seen both of those on the county jail's visits

The first and the fifteenth, the only religion

Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave

Grandma shootin' niggas, blood on the highway

Crosses on the dashboard, you just won a platform

I wanna take everything that I ask for

Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama

She showin' a pattern for certain

I think it's white panties and minimal condoms

My uncle would tell me to shit in the movies, could only be magic

This year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casket

Jackable trades, got money out the way, put my heart in the faith, I'm good, love

Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped out the porch

Turn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love

Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up

I need the advance and the equity to match up

The engineer dead if the drive don't back up

These words come of God, you could never outrap us

Nowadays gotta walk cautious, ayy

Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy

Game dead, no autpsy, ayy

City girl with they new hobby, ayy

Catch a body, put the product in the ta-da

Nigga 'boutta get some pussy, give me five

Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purse

Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad

I gotta pay for the basic

I never seen my niggas bust down faces

Some niggas not tasteless

I only had one chance, I ain't even waste it

Been down on my luck

Been down on my luck when I fa-a-all

I gotta get up

I gotta get back up and ba-a-all

RIP, under my people, I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs

My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it

I still ain't gon' see it, like, okay

I love when they ratchet, I don't do her Patek

I still do the watches the old way

She think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin'

I don't do the flowers or roleplay

Now, how can I fall lookin' at twenty million

This money don't come with a probay

Mama, I said it'd be okay

I got this shit brackin' in four days

Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes

Switch sides, nigga be fresh, I'll

Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide

Lambo body, who gon' stop me?

Baby Keem is too, "Wow"

Function at the tempo

Jesus pieces in the luau

Mr. M