| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22 |
| Young nigga, we’ll step on you |
| Young nigga drop a check on you |
| Chopper make a nigga lean on you |
| Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you |
| Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo |
| Married to the streets, say, «Yes I do» |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| I rob, I jack, I steal, I look in the mirror every day |
| And I face my fears, they fear me 'cause my skin black as night |
| I just wanna feel, my appetite and kill |
| My competitions still, outside with the steel |
| I just wanna feed my daughter so I stick to corners up |
| All the homies locked up or dead |
| So I gotta step to step my performance up |
| 'Cause all the groceries stores is out of formula |
| And my baby mama can’t breastfeed |
| 'Cause her mammogram would suggest she |
| Got stage three and stage fright |
| So I stayed up all these late nights |
| And I cook, I clean, I change diapers like a mother would |
| Damn, baby shit had me throwin' up |
| Had me rollin' up yet another 'Wood |
| So I smoke to calm my nerves |
| Sometimes I let niggas words push me off the cliff |
| One arm hangin' off the ledge |
| Fuckin' on top of bed bugs, dirty sheets |
| Cum stains, blood stains |
| Washin' powder, ten dollars each |
| Can’t wash the money 'cause we out of bleach |
| Rain in the sky, pain in my eyes, baby cries when they hungry |
| Snortin' tears in they nostrils, if anybody ask why I shot you |
| It’s cause- |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22 |
| Young nigga, we’ll step on you |
| Young nigga drop a check on you |
| Chopper make a nigga lean on you |
| Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you |
| Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo |
| Married to the streets, say, «Yes I do» |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| Trigger finger on the F&N (F&N) |
| I don’t give a F&N (F&N) |
| Niggas know not to F with him |
| 'Cause I don’t even F with them or F around |
| Backpack to back, that pack to pound |
| Strapped in the town with no lost and found |
| No water in the park pool, still niggas drown |
| Don’t call yourself king, out here they steal niggas crowns |
| Out here they steal niggas bitch, out here, I dare you make a sound |
| Everybody on the Porsche with torches, no Porsche lights |
| No 911, no Porsche lights |
| Barkin' with my dawgs and these Hellcats runnin' red lights, havin' horse fights |
| With the sticks on us when we hit corners |
| With the bricks on us like it’s Fortnite |
| Bernie stone cold, all these long souls |
| On these long roads in this short life |
| Got me sniffin' the glue out of brown bag |
| Voices talkin' to me through this clown mask |
| Layin' in the pool of blood that’s not mine |
| With a Glock .9 takin' sound baths |
| My uncle told me there’ll be days like this |
| Olde English sippin' with the K like this |
| Cross my lap, cross my heart |
| Hope to die, live more pain like this |
| Ain’t no regret, that’s the code we kept |
| Can’t lay still so we overstep |
| Through the nightmares, all the soldiers slept |
| Nine years old when he stole a TEC and said- |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22 |
| Young nigga, we’ll step on you |
| Young nigga drop a check on you |
| Chopper make a nigga lean on you |
| Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you |
| Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo |
| Married to the streets, say, «Yes I do» |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |
| Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22 |
| Young nigga, we’ll step on you |
| Young nigga drop a check on you |
| Chopper make a nigga lean on you |
| Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you |
| Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo |
| Married to the streets, say, «Yes I do» |
| I’m, I’m a menace and a robber |