| Plain jane, I feel special | 
| Fuck officials, finish steppin' | 
| I know that’s gon' make it better | 
| These niggas just talk like killers | 
| All-out war with my hitters | 
| I think somethin', we step on shit | 
| It’s all about what I figure | 
| I ain’t take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I’ma put one in | 
| When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens | 
| Who gon' protect me? | 
| I’m the protector of all my friends | 
| How the fuck you with me? | 
| You playin' detective, you ain’t my twin | 
| I’ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in | 
| Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain’t the same | 
| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain | 
| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain | 
| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time | 
| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it | 
| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin' | 
| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me | 
| It could turn out bad or turn out good | 
| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood | 
| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them | 
| Leave homicide to find them | 
| Still ain’t got my mind made up | 
| Mask up before we blind him | 
| Keep actin' like he five and I’m gon' dime him | 
| Ten after ten, must I remind him? | 
| Who gon' supply me? | 
| I’m the supplier of all my friends | 
| With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I’m locked in the pen'? | 
| He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in | 
| Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend | 
| My cup the devil, brand-new bezel | 
| Plain jane, I feel special | 
| Fuck officials, finish steppin' | 
| I know that’s gon' make it better | 
| These niggas just talk like killers | 
| All-out war with my hitters | 
| I think somethin', we step on shit | 
| It’s all about what I figure | 
| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain | 
| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain | 
| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time | 
| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it | 
| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin' | 
| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me | 
| It could turn out bad or turn out good | 
| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood | 
| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them | 
| Mask up before we blind him |