| Tired, they dead flies everywhere |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| You’s a maggot, you should’ve died when you was a baby |
| Should’ve died when you was a baby, fuck nigga |
| Huh |
| I done caught a case again, forgive me one last time |
| Saweetie picked Quavo over me, she made me cry |
| Better be in bed by the time them killers come out at night |
| I be tryna make it through the evening |
| Ain’t spent enough time with my son since he was born |
| I be goin' to prison every year, I don’t even know him |
| I’m smokin' poison back and forth until the norm |
| Sound like I heard some niggas creeping |
| Ayy, when you 'bout that murder, play for real, you ain’t got no exceptions |
| I’m with some rhinos in this place, they doing ZMF-ing |
| I had a bump on my face when I caught this last blessing |
| I take Celine home today, I spent a whole seventy |
| You out here shootin' and makin' music, you gotta pick you one |
| I be tryna rap and play the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn’t |
| Lil Boosie told me I can’t |
| What I’ma do with my rank? |
| How I’ma fold my Z? |
| I’m in the middle of beef |
| They shot my nigga in the face, how I’ma let that slide? |
| She say she scared to be my girl, I’m always doin' time |
| I fell in love with slingin' iron, I told 'em, «Wish me well» |
| I’m tryna balance this shit out, but it won’t fit on the scale |
| Tryna balance my thuggin', tryna balance my ways |
| Ha, what I say? Hmm |
| Tryna balance my thuggin', tryna balance my ways |
| Promise I ain’t duckin', just tryna stay safe |
| Gotta balance these streets |
| Promise I ain’t runnin', just tryna stay free |
| Gotta balance these streets |
| Promise I ain’t duckin', just tryna stay free |
| How they gon' guard me, man? |